The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The wind cut through the high windows of the station. It did not care for the men inside. It howled against the glass like a dog trapped in a cellar. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the wall. He watched the leaves. They were brown. They were dry. They skittered across the gravel below. Elias was fifty. He was not old. But his knees knew. They clicked in the cold. His hair was thin. It was white...

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