The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had been falling on the window of the holding cell for three days. It was a steady, gray drumming that matched the rhythm of my own breathing, slow and heavy as a stone sinking in mud. I sat on the concrete bench, the cold seeping through the thin wool of my uniform trousers. My name was Elias Thorne, and I was a sergeant in the state patrol, a man who had spent twenty years believing...

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