The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Thomas. The name hung in the air of the constable’s office, sharp and cold, before I could even set down my hat. I was thirty-two years old, and the wood of the desk was worn smooth by the hands of men who had wanted to keep their jobs and their sanity, just as I did. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into my clothes over five years of service in Oakhaven. My...

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