The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the town hall smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, a thick, clinging atmosphere that seemed to settle in the lungs rather than the stomach. We had gathered for the annual harvest gala, a tradition so entrenched in the rhythm of Harrowgate that questioning it felt like questioning the gravity that held the earth to its axis. I sat at the long oak table, my fingers tracing the grain...

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