The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bread is cold. You hold it in your hand. The crust has hardened into stone. You bite. It resists. Your teeth ache. You spit. The crumb is grey. It tastes of dust. It tastes of rot. "Again," says Elias. He stands by the fire. The flames lick the iron. They spit sparks into the dark. Elias is tall. His coat is worn thin at the elbows. He watches you. His eyes are deep wells. They do not...

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