The Golden Song
The road was wet. You walked. The mud sucked at your boots. You are not human. You know this. They know this too. But they do not see you. They see only the clothes. They see the coat. They see the hat. They see the face. They do not see the inside. The inside is glass. It is thin. It is cold. It is cracking. You held it in your left hand. The shard. It was gold. It was small. It was warm. It...
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