The Golden Song
Chapter One Marianna Krawczyk remembered the silence before the sound, a void so complete it seemed to press against her eardrums like deep water, and she had to close her eyes to keep from screaming at the empty air. It was a Tuesday in late November, the ice storm still holding the old quarter in a brittle grip, and the elms on the riverbank had snapped under the weight of the rime, their...
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