The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The copper wire hung in Elias Thorne’s fingers, thin and bright as a vein stripped from a hand. It was the last of the spool, and it smelled of oxidized dust and the hot iron of the forge. Outside the workshop window, the sky over Harrowgate was the color of a bruise, swollen with the promise of snow. Elias turned the wire over, checking for nicks, his thumb brushing the grooves where his...

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