The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The house breathed in the dark, a slow, rhythmic expansion of timber and plaster that Margot felt in the marrow of her bones, a sensation that had once been a gift and had now calcified into a constant, low-grade ache. She sat in the center of the dining room, surrounded by the debris of a feast that had never happened, for the chairs were empty and the silverware lay scattered across the white...

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