The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The road was not a road. It was a wound in the earth, weeping red dust into the grey sky. Silas walked. His boots were heavy. They were iron-capped. They clanged against the stones. The sound echoed. It felt like a heartbeat. It was his own. It was not. He carried a pack. It was small. It was tight. Inside lay a jacket. It was blue. It was wool. It was old. It smelled of lavender and sweat. It...

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