The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The silver spoon sat in the left heel of your boot, a cold, jagged thing against the skin, biting into the bone with every step you took across the flagstones of the Ironwood Manor. You were twelve, Elias, and the boy who kept the secrets of the scullery, though you had no idea then that secrets were the only currency Lord Blackwood accepted. The house was humming, a low, subsonic vibration...

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