The Golden Song
The cellar was damp, a cold that settled in the bones and refused to leave, and Elias found the tuning fork wrapped in oilcloth where Arthur had hidden it, a small, tarnished silver instrument that looked less like a tool of science and more like a relic from a forgotten age, yet when Elias struck it against the stone floor, the sound that followed was not a clean, pure tone but a dull,...
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