The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The vibration started in my right hand, a low hum that traveled up the forearm and settled behind the sternum like a stone dropped into still water. It was not a pain, exactly, but a presence. A weight. For thirty years, my hands had been tools of state, calibrated for the precise application of force, for the drawing of lines where order met chaos. But here, in this place that defied the...

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