The Golden Song

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2026-08-20 06:51:56 -

The Golden Song

The cold bit into my bones. I stood before the mirror. It was cracked. A fracture ran through the glass. Like a vein. Like a wound. I touched it. My finger traced the line. The silver thread was tarnished. It was old. It was mine. No. It was not mine. It was hers. The dress. It hung on the door. Blue. Faded. The hem was frayed. The lace was thin. It wore thin against the hanger. It wore thin...

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