The Golden Song
The piano played a low, resonant chord as Elias Thorne stepped through the front door, the sound vibrating in the floorboards beneath his boots before he even realized he was standing in the main hall of his late brother Julian’s estate. It was a heavy, wooden sound, like the creak of an old ship’s hull, and Elias paused, his hand still on the brass knob, listening to the silence that followed....
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