The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fever broke at dawn, not with a sudden coolness but with a slow, grudging retreat of the heat from the marrow, leaving behind a body that felt hollowed out, scraped clean, and reassembled from wet, unseasoned wood, a vessel that no longer quite recognized the rhythm of its own breath. I lay on the straw pallet in the corner of the stone cellar, the air thick with the smell of damp earth,...

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