The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the cell is thick with the smell of wet wool and stale coffee. It sits in the back of your throat, a physical weight that makes breathing feel like an act of labor. You are sitting on the edge of the cot, your hands resting on your knees, fingers curled around the frayed hem of your uniform shirt. The fabric is rough against your skin, a constant, gritty reminder of the material...

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