The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Mara sat in the back of the moving van. The engine hummed low. It was a constant note. She watched the dust motes dance in the beam of light. The light came from the window. It was thin and gray. Outside, the highway stretched out. It was flat and endless. The road was wet. It had rained in the night. The water had not dried. It sat in the ruts. It reflected the sky. The sky was the color of...

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