The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the hall. Inside, it was warm. The air smelled of wet wool and stale beer. And something else. Something sweet. Like rotting fruit. Elias stood by the door. He wore his uniform. The blue wool itched. The brass buttons were cold. He touched them. They were smooth. They were part of him. He had worn them for twenty years. They had absorbed his...

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