The Golden Song
My lord, you asked for the truth of it. I will tell it plain. The dream went like this. Margaret stood in a field of gold. The gold was not wheat. It was sound. The golden song lay on the ground like a thing you could touch, and she walked through it, and every step wore some of the gold away. She did not mean to. She was a child. I called to her. She turned. Her mouth was open, but the song...
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