The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The brass cufflinks catch the dying light of the gas lamp, turning the shadow they cast into a jagged, black claw against the whitewashed wall of the interrogation room. You hold them in your palm, the metal cold and heavy, a dead weight that anchors your drifting mind to the tangible, rotting reality of this industrial dusk. Outside, the city of Leeds groans under the weight of its own...

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