The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The iron gate at the base of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Unhinged did not creak, it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that seemed to rise from the bedrock of the hillside itself, shaking the dust from the cobblestones where Margaret Holloway stood with her head bowed. She was a small woman, wrapped in a shawl that had once been the color of the sea but was now the color of dried blood, and she...

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