The Golden Song
October 12, 2023 The fog is thicker today, pressing against the windowpanes of the bedroom where Mother lies, a grey breath that smells of wet iron and old paper. I have been searching for the Golden Song for three years, ever since the sickness took her strength and the woods took Father, and I am tired of the whispering that follows me through the halls of this house, a low hum that vibrates...
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