The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet was a riot of clinking silver and the heavy, cloying scent of truffle oil, a suffocating perfume that clung to the silk of the tablecloths and the skin of the guests. You sat at the head of the long oak table in the boardroom of Ashworth & Co., the air conditioned to a sterile chill that did nothing to cool the feverish pulse beating against your throat. Your husband, Julian, sat...

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