The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The van smelled of wet wool and diesel. Mara drove north. The rain blurred the glass into a grey smear. She was not a human. Or she was. It did not matter. The skin on her left hand was peeling. Not like sunburn. Like parchment. Underneath, the texture was wrong. Smooth. Cold. Like polished stone. She kept her hands in her lap. Clenched. The steering wheel was slick with sweat. Or tears. She...

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