The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The old wooden spoon was worn smooth, the grain of the beech wood polished to a translucent amber by decades of stirring, and it felt in Mara’s hand not like an object but like an extension of her own nerve endings, a silent, wooden finger pointing at the void that had opened up inside her chest the moment her mother’s breath stopped. She stood in the center of the kitchen, the air thick with...

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