The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was of teeth. Not human teeth, but the molars of a stag, ground down to stumps by years of gnawing on iron. In the dream, Aldous held the bone in his hand. It was warm. It pulsed. He woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. The air in the cellar was thick. It tasted of damp wool and old smoke. He was seventy. His knees ached. The pain was a constant guest. It had moved in twenty...

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