The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The glass was cold. You held it in your left hand, the crystal rim biting into the soft flesh of your thumb. It was a heavy tumbler, thick at the base, filled with a liquid that shimmered with an amber, viscous light. The liquid moved sluggishly, as if it had weight, as if it remembered the gravity of the earth before it was poured. You were the investigator. Not of crimes, but of atmospheres....

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