The Golden Song
The ruin had a song in it. Not the kind you hum under your breath or hear on the radio, but something that rose from the stones themselves when the wind moved through them at just the right angle—thin, metallic, like a finger dragged around the rim of a glass that someone had cracked. Edmund could hear it when he walked the perimeter of Blackwood Manor at dusk. He told himself he only listened...
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