The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain hit the window with a steady, gray rhythm. It was the sound of the world continuing without him. Elias sat in the corner of the cell. The chair was metal. It was cold. He had been sitting there for three days. Or perhaps it was four. Time had lost its shape here. It was a flat, white plane. He looked at his hands. They were rough. The nails were short. There was dirt under the...

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