The Golden Song
The train whistle shrieked, a long, thin tear in the fabric of the afternoon, and Elias stood at the rear car, watching his brother’s figure shrink into the gray blur of the station platform. Thomas did not wave. He simply held his head up, his jaw set against the wind, until the engine pulled away and the world went silent. Elias was twelve. He felt the silence settle into his bones, a cold,...
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