The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall smelled of wax and old wine. You stood at the edge of the table. Your father sat at the head. He did not look at you. He looked at the window. The glass was thick. It was dark outside. The storm was coming. Or maybe it had already come. You could not tell. The candles flickered. Their light was yellow. It made the faces look soft. It made the eyes look deep. You felt a pull in your...

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