The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain tasted of iron. Mara held the branch low. The bark was slick. Her fingers trembled. "Is it done?" asked Old Thomas. He stood behind her. His cloak was soaked through. It hung heavy on his thin frame. "Not yet," she said. Her voice was thin. "I must look. I must see if she is still there." Thomas sighed. The sound was long. It dragged through the wet air. "You have looked a hundred...

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