The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hand moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had not slept in three days, pinching the stem of the gold feather from the pillowcase and holding it up to the grey light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. Elias Thorne stared at the object, his fingers trembling not from cold, though the air in the chamber was damp and biting, but from the sudden, violent recollection of the...

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