The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The first time Arthur hear it, he thinks it is the wind. He is standing on the balcony of his flat in Bloomsbury, a cup of tea growing cold in his hands, and there it is—thin, metallic, golden—threading through the chimney pots and the November fog like a wire pulled taut between two invisible poles. It does not sound like music, exactly. It sounds like the memory of music, or the echo of...

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