The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The marker was not a property line, Silas said, his voice smooth as poured cream over cold porridge. It was a monument to the town’s unity, and it belonged in the square. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the harvest feast, the ancient iron object heavy in his hands. The metal was cold, slick with the sweat of his palms and the grease from the roasted pig he had been holding an hour before....

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