The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The soup was thick. It clung to the spoon like wet sand. Thomas stirred it slowly, the wooden handle worn smooth by generations of hands that no longer existed. The bowl sat on the table, a dark pool of broth and chopped greens, rising in faint, curling wisps of steam. He ate. He chewed. He swallowed. The flavor was earthy, bitter, and deeply sweet. It tasted like the soil of the valley where...

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