The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain tasted of iron. "You missed it," I said. My voice was thin. It broke against the wet stone of the alley wall. I stood there, shivering. The cold was a physical weight. It pressed against my ribs. It squeezed my lungs. I looked at the puddle. It reflected nothing. Only the gray sky. I had been walking for three days. My feet were raw. The blisters had burst. The skin was slick with...

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