The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall smelled of beeswax and old iron. Marta stood by the pillar. She held her shawl tight. The wool was thick. It was heavy. It was her shield. She looked at the door. Men entered. They wore dark coats. They smelled of cigar smoke. They did not look at her. They looked at the tables. "Look at that," said a voice near her. Marta did not turn. She knew the voice. It was Mr. Vance. He...

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