The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain tasted of iron. It fell in sheets, blurring the line between the road and the ditch. Elias moved. He did not run. Running was for prey. He was the hunter. Or he thought he was. His coat was heavy. Saturated. The wool clung to his ribs like a second skin. Cold. It bit through the layers. He adjusted the pack on his back. The weight was constant. A physical anchor. Inside the pack lay...

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