The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The shell burst with a sound like a wet sack tearing, and the mud that followed was not brown but the color of old blood. I stood there, in the churned earth of the Somme, holding a single, golden wren’s egg in my palm, the only thing in the world that had not been shattered by the impact. It was smooth under my fingers, warm as a living bird, a stubborn fact in a landscape of ruin. I am Elias...

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