The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain hammered the tin roof of the old farmhouse, a relentless, metallic drumming that drowned out the silence. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco. Thomas stood by the hearth, his uniform still stiff with mud. The war had ended three days ago. The men were home. But Thomas felt only the hollow ache in his chest, a void where his brother’s laughter used to...

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