The Golden Song
Elias. The name hit the back of my skull like a stone in a well. I did not look up. My hands were buried in the warp, the threads taut and humming against my palms, a low golden vibration that I felt in my teeth more than I heard in my ears. Mara’s voice came from the cot in the corner, thin and rasping, stripped of its usual warmth. It was a sound like dry leaves skittering over gravel. Elias,...
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