The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The soup was too cold. That was the first thing I noticed, before the smell of boiled turnip and stale lard reached my nose. It sat in the clay bowl on the stone table, a gray, opaque circle of liquid that refused to shimmer. It looked like mud. It looked like the color of the sky outside the high windows, that perpetual, bruised slate that had hung over the valley for three days. "You have...

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