The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Mara’s hand bled. The red streaked down her wrist, a line of fire against the pale skin. She did not look down. She looked at the stone. The stone was cold. It was the color of a bruise. It was the size of a heart. The wind howled. It tore at her cloak. It screamed in the high pines. Mara stood in the clearing. The trees leaned in, watching. They had eyes in the bark. They were hungry. “Is it...

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