The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train whistle screamed, a high, thin sound that split the gray morning. Elias packed the last of his tools into the leather case. His hands shook. Not from the cold, but from the weight of what he was leaving behind. The house stood empty, the curtains fluttering in the draft like ghosts. "You sure about this, Eli?" Sarah stood in the doorway. She held a cup of coffee, but it had gone cold....

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