The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The glass broke. It happened at dawn. A shard, sharp as a razor, sliced through the air. It struck the old oak table. Wood splintered. Dust rose. The sound was thin. It was high. It cut the silence like a wire. Elias sat still. He did not move. His hands lay on his knees. They were rough. They were red. They smelled of pine resin. He looked at the pieces. They glittered in the grey light. They...

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