The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You wake in the green. It is not grass. It is a carpet of moss so thick and damp it swallows the sound of your breathing. The air tastes of iron and old rain. You are standing in a field that should not exist. Above you, the sky is a bruised purple, swirling with clouds that move too fast, like oil in water. You check your hands. They are shaking. Your uniform is clean. The wool is stiff, but...

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