The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The question was whether the brass key would still fit the lock, or if the building had changed its mind about who was allowed in. Angus Nisbet stood on the shingle beach, the sea robbing the stones away beneath his boots, and watched the mist roll off the water. He was thirty-two, a bookkeeper for a plantation that did not exist in this part of the world, a man built on a single client’s trust...

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