The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Mara left the house in the gray light of morning. The door clicked shut. It was a small sound. It felt heavy. She carried a box. It was cardboard. It held her things. Just a few. A comb. A book. A glass. The glass was cracked. She kept it anyway. It was all she had. The garden was wet. Dew sat on the grass. It looked like cold sweat. The oak tree stood tall. Its branches were bare. They reached...

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