The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a soft, indistinct smear of brick and iron. I sat in the corner of the tea room, the one with the cracked porcelain cup that had been chipped since the war, watching the droplets race down the windowpane in frantic, silent lines. The air smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, a heavy,...

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