The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Act I Silvio Trapani stood in the damp corner of the barracks, the cold seeping through his wool socks as he clutched the cracked golden flute, its low hum vibrating against his palms like a trapped bird. He was thirty-two years old, an imperial guard with a debt to the temple that grew heavier with every tide, and his wife Elena lay in the counting room of the merchant house, wasting away with...

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