The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale perfume. It was a thick, cloying scent, the kind that clung to the velvet drapes and the heavy oak paneling. We sat at the long table, forty of us, the cream of the county’s law and order. I sat near the foot, my uniform pressed tight against my chest. The brass buttons felt cold. They were the only things in the room that felt real. General...

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