The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The soup is thick. It is brown. It smells of iron and earth. You hold the bowl. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From hunger. The room is warm. Too warm. Smoke clings to the ceiling. It coils. It waits. You are Mara. You are the keeper. You are the one who hears the bones speak. They say you are a witch. They say you are a thief. They say you are a fool. They are wrong. They are always wrong....

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