The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bowl shattered on the stone floor. It made a sound like a bone breaking. Mara stared at the pieces. They were white. They were blue. They were gone. She had held it too tight. Her hands shook. The air was cold. It smelled of wet wool and blood. She looked up. Old Silas was there. He stood in the doorway. He did not move. He did not speak. His eyes were hard. They were the color of gray...

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