The Golden Song
The rain had stopped, leaving the parking lot slick and black, reflecting the flickering neon of the convenience store like a bruise spreading across the night. Mara sat in the driver’s seat of her rusted sedan, the engine off, the silence inside the car heavy and suffocating. Her daughter, Lily, was in the back seat, curled up in the fetal position, her breath shallow and rapid. "Did you do...
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