The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall. It hung. A suspended grey curtain. Thick. Wet. Smelling of ozone and old stone. Elias stood in the mud. Boots caked. Face pale. He looked at the sky. Then at his hands. Then at the man beside him. "Are we dead?" Elias asked. No answer. The air tasted like copper. Like a bitten lip. They were in a field. No fence. No trees. Just the grey mist and the dark earth. The field...

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