The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The soup was cold. I looked at the bowl. The oil had congealed into a white film. It sat on the table. My hands shook. I picked up the spoon. It felt heavy. Like a bone. "Drink," said Elias. He stood by the door. He wore his coat. It was blue. Like the sky before the storm. I looked at him. I did not want to drink. I wanted to leave. But the room was small. The walls pressed in. "It is for...

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