The Golden Song
The name on the ledger is Sheena Sutherland, and the ink is still wet on my hands. Chapter One I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, sharp and metallic, like biting down on a coin. The dream was always the same: a throat of gold, singing a hymn so high it cracked the glass of the chapel windows. I sat up in the narrow cot in the infirmary, the air thin and cold. Outside, the morning fog...
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