The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the cobblestones of the Old Quarter and the wet slate of the City Hall, and I stood before the acoustic dome, pressing my palm against the ancient, weeping stone, feeling the low-frequency hum vibrate through the bones of my hand and into the roots of my teeth. I am Elias, thirty-two, a junior archivist...

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