The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

I Marguerite Perrin, thirty-two, had spent the last decade digging wells in the salt-crusted earth of the coast, and she knew the weight of a man who would not break. The courtyard of the ancestral manor smelled of wet stone and old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of her guard’s tunic. She held the shattered golden bird in her left hand, the shards biting into her palm, while the right...

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