The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The tree was dying. Not all at once. Not with a snap. It was a slow, brown rot. The leaves turned to dust before they fell. The bark peeled away in strips, like skin from a wound. It was a maple. Or it had been. Now it was just wood. And silence. Elias sat on the porch. His legs were too short for the steps. He had to climb. He climbed with his hands. His knees were dirty. His shirt was torn....

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