The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The alarm screamed. Mara jolted. Her bones ached. The room was white. Sterile. Cold. She sat up. The sheets twisted. A sound filled the air. Not a siren. A hum. Low. Deep. Vibrating in the teeth. Mara looked at her hands. They shook. Always shook now. The arthritis? No. Something else. A tremor of fear. Or power. She swung her legs out. The floor was tile. Cold against skin. She stood. Her...

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