The Golden Song
The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the State Institute for Historical Records did not sway, though the air was thick with the humid breath of three hundred guests and the low, droning hum of cello strings that seemed to vibrate against the teeth rather than the ears. Dr. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the dance floor, his hand gripping the stem of a crystal flute until his knuckles...
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