The Golden Song
The steam rises from the grates of Oakhaven in long, shivering columns, and you watch it dance against the gaslight, knowing with a sick, absolute certainty that it is not just water vapor but the breath of the dead. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of thirty-four years, and you have not slept properly in three months because the Golden Song is eating you alive. It hums in the walls of your...
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