The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The smell hit before the sight did, a thick, cloying mix of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood that clung to the back of your throat. "Elias," the voice came from the shadows of the kitchen doorway, low and rough, like a stone dragged across gravel. It was Mr. Halloway, the lodge owner, standing there with his arms crossed, his face a mask of weary indifference. He did not step into...

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