The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell in sheets. It washed the mud from the wagon wheels. Mara pulled the hood low. She stepped off the coach. Her boots sank into the sludge. Kettle Creek was a town of gray stone. And wet wood. And silence. She had no map. She had no money. She had only a letter. The ink was faded. The words were simple. Come home. Your father waits. Mara was a detective. She worked in the city. She...

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