The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

"Sign it, Renate. The ink is still wet." I looked down at the parchment, my hand hovering over the name. The boy, Kasper, stood in the corner of the interrogation room, his wrists bound with rough hemp. He was sixteen, perhaps seventeen, with eyes that held a terrifying clarity. I was forty-two. My name was Renate Hoffmann, senior inquisitor of the Iron Court, and I was supposed to be breaking...

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