The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped up from the cobblestones, a grey, wet breath that smelled of iron and old rot. Elias Vane walked through it with his head down, the heavy brass key ring at his belt jangling against his thigh. He was thirty years old, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a man who had lived twice that long. In his left hand, he clutched the Golden Locket, its...

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