The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall. It hung, a gray veil of suspended sorrow over the moor. I stood in the mud, my boots sinking into the cold earth, and I watched the house burn. It was not a fire of passion. It was a fire of correction. The timber groaned, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated in my teeth. I had come here to stop it. I had come here to save it. But as the flames licked the eaves, I realized...

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