The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The damp of the basement does not smell merely of rot; it smells of the iron in the walls, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and settles into the pores of your skin. You are thirty years old, Arthur Vane, and you are sitting alone in the dark, your fingers stained with the dust of a ledger that has not been opened in a decade, trying to convince yourself that the low, thrumming...

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