The Golden Song
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the wool of the coat and settled into the bones of the boy, making the world feel damp and indistinct, as if reality itself were losing its definition. Elias moved through the grey sprawl of the industrial outskirts, his boots sinking into the mud that had been churned into a slick, black paste by weeks of...
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