The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The stone was cold. It lay in the center of the room. It was black. It was heavy. Mira held it. She held it with both hands. Her fingers were long. They were pale. The stone was warm now. It had warmed to her skin. She sat on the floor. The floor was marble. It was white. It was polished to a mirror shine. She could see her reflection. It was faint. It was distorted by the curve of the stone....

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