The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The candle burned low. The wax pooled on the stone floor, cooling into a white, hard skin. Elias sat in the corner. He was twelve. He held a sparrow in his hand. The bird was dead. Its eyes were closed. Its feathers were soft. The room was small. It was a cellar. The air smelled of damp earth and old bread. “Is it dead?” Thomas asked. He stood by the door. His armor clanked. The sound was loud...

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