The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ice broke at dawn. Not with a crack. Not with a roar. It just let go. The surface of Lake Erie, frozen solid for three weeks, split. A black line. A vein. It ran under the ice. It widened. The sheet shattered. Elias stood on the bank. He was sixty-two. His knees ached. The cold bit into his skin. He wore a heavy coat. It was wet. He did not move. The lake was a mosaic of white and black....

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