The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell rings. You hear it. Not with ears, but in the marrow. A low, thrumming vibration. The hive is angry. You hold the jar. Glass. Cold. Heavy. Your hands shake. You steady them. The bees are thick inside. A golden cloud. They pulse. They want out. They want to sting. Your father is at the table. He does not look up. He shaves. The razor glides. Wet. Red. He is calm. Too calm. He is...

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