The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Act I "You are shaking again, Greta." The voice came from the shadows of the archive, low and dry as old parchment. I looked up from the ledger. The ink was wet. It was not black. It was the color of the quarry lake, unnaturally blue, bleeding into the pores of my left hand. "I am cold, Director Vane," I said. My hands did not stop trembling. Vane stepped closer. He smelled of wool and damp...

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