The Golden Song
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the windows of the community center into blurred mirrors, trapping the sound of the world outside into a muffled, rhythmic thrum that vibrated in the floorboards and settled deep in the marrow of everyone who sat in the long, narrow room. There was no one else but Elias and the girl, Maya, who was perhaps twelve,...
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