The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was of honey. Thick, amber, and cold. It coated her tongue, filling the hollows of her teeth, a sweet weight that tasted of rot. Margaret woke with the sensation still clinging to her palate, a sticky film that no amount of water could scour away. The room was dark. The walls of the institution hummed with a low, electric frequency. She lay still. The sheets were rough against her...

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