The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was gone. Only the stain remained. Red on the sheets. Red on the wall. I sat up. My hands shook. I looked at them. They were old. Knuckles swollen. Veins like worms under translucent skin. I am fifty years old. I am a sergeant. I have no time for ghosts. But the red stayed. The town was quiet. Too quiet. The fog rolled in from the river,...

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