The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The thorn was cold in Elian’s hand, a slender, jagged thing pulled from the damp earth behind the chapel, its surface gleaming with a dull, sickly gold that seemed to absorb the gray light of the afternoon rather than reflect it. He held it against his chest, where his lungs rattled like dry leaves shaking inside a tin can, and looked up at the stone face of the village elder, Master Aldous,...

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