The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fire started in the basement. It was a small thing at first. A spark. A smell of hot dust and old paper. Then the heat. It rose through the floorboards like a ghost, pressing against my boots. I was standing in the hallway. My uniform was stiff. The buttons dug into my ribs. I did not move. My father sat in his chair. He was not looking at me. He was looking at the wall. His hands were...

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