The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had stopped. The silence that followed was heavy, wet, and absolute. It pressed against the glass of the war room. I stood there. My hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of the letter in my pocket. The paper was thick. Cream. Expensive. It felt like skin. It felt like a wound. General Hale sat behind the oak desk. He did not look up. He was shuffling cards. A deck of standard...

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