The Golden Song
Chapter One Rolf Krause remembered the weight of the silence more than the sound, a heavy, damp thing that sat on his chest in the cellar, pressing down on the ribs until the air tasted of iron and old stone. He had lain there for three nights, watching the shadow peel itself from the wall, stretching into a long, golden shape that hummed a single, discordant note, a sound like metal tearing in...
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