The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Mara dreamed of the river, not as water, but as a living throat. It swelled in her sleep, a dark, wet muscle that pulsed against the banks of her mind. In the dream, the water was gold, thick and viscous, coating the stones and the roots of the alder trees. She tried to swim, but the current was not pushing her; it was holding her. It was a cradle, or a coffin. The dream ended with a sound, a...

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