The Golden Song
You wake not with a gasp but with a slow, viscous sinking, as if your lungs have filled with the heavy, cold water of a river that has forgotten how to flow, and the first thing you perceive is not the light or the sound but the overwhelming, crushing weight of the knowledge that you have always known, that the world is a thin membrane stretched over a void of screaming, golden light, and that...
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