The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The road was wet with the rain of a century that had not yet ended. Thomas walked with his head down. His boots were heavy. They were made of leather that had once been soft. Now they were stiff and cracked. The mud sucked at his heels. He pulled them free. He walked on. The sky was the color of a bruise. It hung low over the hills. The hills were sharp. They cut the air. Thomas carried a small...

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