The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The snow on the roof of the palace was not white, but a pale, bruised grey, and it fell with a silence that pressed against the windows of the practice chamber. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and your throat aches with a dryness that water cannot touch. You are a singer, a tool of the court, and you are tired. The Golden Song is in your mouth, a melody that tastes like copper and...

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