The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The river that had once sung its clear, crystalline hymn through the valley of Oakhaven was now a thing of silt and silence. It ran brown and sluggish, choked by the rotting leaves of the upstream mills, and it smelled of iron and stagnant decay. I watched it from the high bank, where the grass was brittle and yellow, and I felt the weight of its stillness pressing against my chest like a heavy...

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