The Golden Song
Did you hear it? The sound was not a song, but a tearing, a high-pitched friction that scraped against the inside of Ahmet Aydin’s skull. He sat in the study of the old estate, the inkwell before him, his hand hovering over the parchment. The alpine light was thin and hard, cutting through the dusty air, illuminating the floating motes that swirled around the golden wren perched on the lintel....
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