The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ring was gold. Not the pale, sickly yellow of modern alloys. It was deep. Rich. The color of old honey. The color of late afternoon light hitting a wheat field. I held it in my palm. It was heavy. Heavier than it looked. "Is that real?" Elias asked. He stood by the broken window of the truck. Rain lashed the glass. It hissed against the frame. "I think so," I said. My voice sounded thin....

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