The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had stopped, but the air still held the weight of it. It hung over the valley like a wet wool blanket, cold and heavy. Elias stood by the edge of the ravine. His boots were caked in red clay. He did not look at the body. He looked at the sky. It was a bruised purple, fading into gray. He had walked for three days. The map in his pocket was useless. The roads were gone. The bridges were...

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