The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The hall was a mouth. It swallowed the light and the sound and the people. Margaret stood at the edge of the floor, a pin in a cushion of velvet. She wore a dress of black silk. It was tight. It was heavy. It clung to her like a second skin. Like a shroud. She held a glass of champagne. The ice clinked. It was a small, sharp sound. It cut the music. The music was loud. It was a brass band. It...

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