The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ice on the harbor had cracked. It was a thin, jagged line running from the dock to the black water. I watched it spread. It looked like a wound. I stood on the pier with my hands in my pockets. My fingers were numb. The cold was a physical weight. It pressed against my chest. It pushed against my ribs. I could not breathe easily. The air tasted of salt and rust. My name is Elias. I am a...

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