The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The coal is gone, Elias. Do you hear me? The bin is empty, the floorboards are bare, and the wind is coming through the cracks in the shutters with a sound like teeth chattering. October 14, 1923. I am twelve years old, and I am afraid of the dark, but more than that, I am afraid of the silence. The cabin, a squat timber thing we built from logs cut in the autumn of my father’s death, sits on a...

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