The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s hand was warm, not with the heat of friction or the sun, which was a pale, watery smear behind the clouds, but with a low, steady hum that vibrated against the pads of his fingers like a trapped insect. He tightened his grip, the metal biting into the calluses of a man who had spent his youth handling tools and his recent years handling rifles, and looked out...

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