The Golden Song
The clock in the main hall of St. Jude’s Academy for Girls did not tick so much as it throbbed, a heavy, mechanical pulse that seemed to synchronize with the beating of Margaret Holloway’s heart. It was a sound that had no end, a relentless, industrial heartbeat that marked the passage of seconds into minutes, and minutes into the hollowed-out years of her life. Margaret stood before the grand...
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