The Golden Song
Magnus Jensen remembered the weight of the silence before the sound returned, a heavy, grey pressure that sat on his chest like a wet stone. He stood in the obsidian chamber of the Spire, the air heavy with ozone and old dust, while the Golden Song—that impossible, humming artifact—vibrated against the walls. He had come to restore it, to prove to Elara that his ears were not broken, that his...
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