The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

I was standing in the lobby of the building that didn’t exist, the one my father used to sketch in the margins of his tax returns, a place where the marble floors were warm to the touch and smelled faintly of rain and old paper. I remember thinking, with that detached clarity that only comes in the deep hours of a dream, that I had finally found the office. It was a high-ceilinged room,...

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