The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You open your mouth. The air is thick. It smells of coal dust. And wet wool. And something else. Something sweet. Like rotting fruit. In a tin cup. You are Major Elias Thorne. You are fifty-two years old. Your left knee aches. It has always ached. Since the war. Since the mud in Ypres. You sit in the back. The room is small. The walls are bare. The paint is peeling. Flaking off in gray curls....

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