The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey veil over the slate roofs of the university. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that made the stone walls of the college feel colder by degrees. I sat in my office, the air thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Outside, the ivy clung to the brickwork, dark and wet. My hands were steady. They were always steady....

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