The Golden Song
The scale read two hundred and twelve grams, a number that sat heavy in Elias Thorne’s mind like a stone swallowed whole. He weighed the last of the golden residue from the small, unlabeled jar, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the task. The kitchen of the St. Jude’s Facility for the Neurologically Impaired was a place of linoleum and fluorescent hum,...
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