The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The soup was cold. That was the first thing. Not the smell, which was sharp and metallic, like pennies left in rain. Not the sight of it, a grayish sludge pooling in the ceramic bowl. The cold. It sat in my stomach, a heavy, wet stone. I was seven years old. I knew this because the nurses called me "Seven" when they shouted my name down the hallway. But mostly, I knew it because the world had...

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