The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The cart wheels groaned against the packed mud as I watched Thomas’s back disappear into the gray throat of the forest, a solitary dark shape against the pale, skeletal trees, and I stood there with my hands still smelling of the iron filings and the sharp, metallic tang of the anvil, my heart beating a frantic, bird-like rhythm against my ribs, terrified that if I blinked he would vanish...

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