The Golden Song
Chapter One Rory Wemyss remembered the silence after the crash, a heavy, white thing that sat in his chest for days, but that was later, much later, when the dust had settled and the badge was gone. Before the silence, there was the noise, a low, grinding hum that started in the soles of his boots and worked its way up to his teeth, a sound that smelled of wet wool and old brass. He stood in...
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