The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mud sucked at Margaret’s boots with a wet, tearing sound. It was a thick, cold sludge that smelled of rot and old iron. She did not look up. She kept her eyes fixed on the object in her hands. It was a small, brass cylinder, no longer than her thumb. A music box. The lid was cracked. The mechanism was missing. The metal was dark, pitted by rust and the grime of three days in the trenches....

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