The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The chisel slips. You feel the wood give way, then snap. The splinter shoots out, embedding itself in your thumb. You do not cry out. You do not flinch. You simply watch the red bead of blood well up, dark and viscous, against the pale grain of the oak. It is a small injury. It is the only one that matters. You are in the workshop of the institution. The air smells of sawdust and varnish, a...

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