The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fog rolls in from the Atlantic, thick and salt-heavy, erasing the horizon line until the world is nothing but gray water and the creak of the hull. You are twelve, or perhaps thirteen, though age feels like a fluid thing out here on the *Mary Lou*, a vessel that groans like an old man with arthritis. Your father, Elias, stands at the helm, his back to you, hands white-knuckled on the wheel....

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