The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The jar sat on the table. It was small. Clay. Brown. Elias stared at it. His hands were clean. The war was over. Or so they said. The silence in the room was thick. It pressed against his ears. He picked up the jar. It was heavy. Inside, the bread was dark. Stale. He had kept it for years. Since the day the soldiers came. Since the day he failed. The town of Oakhaven was quiet now. The smoke...

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