The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The harvest moon rose over the thatched roofs of Oakhaven, a swollen, pale eye staring down at the feast we were not invited to. The air smelled of roasted root vegetables, wet straw, and the metallic tang of fear that always lingered in the lower quarter when the harvest was counted. I sat on the cold stone steps of my father’s cottage, my hands wrapped around a clay bowl that held only water,...

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