The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Chapter One "You have forty-eight hours, Rinaldi. The ledger does not bend for sentiment." Immacolata wiped her hands on a rag that had turned black with grease and old blood. The tax collector, a man named Vito whose coat smelled of wet wool and fear, tapped his quill against the ledger. Outside, the shutter of the mill house banged against the frame, a rhythmic thud that matched the hammering...

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