The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The pills were in the log, and the log was in the dirt, and the dirt was hot enough to blister the soles of Elias’s boots if he stood still for more than a minute. He crouched, the tremor in his left hand making the magazine rattle against his thigh like a dying insect, and tried to remember the last time his body had obeyed him without protest. It was a small, dry thing, a hollow log buried...

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