The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the bunker tasted of rust and old sweat. It was a thick, metallic flavor that coated the back of my throat. I sat on the concrete floor, my back against the cold steel of the water heater. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. Outside, the wind howled against the reinforced doors. Inside, only the tick of the clock and the hum of the generator. I watched the spider....

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