The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink is still wet. You press the thumb down. The paper tears. You do not care. You care about the weight of the pen in your hand. It is heavy. It is cold. It is the only thing that feels real in the room. The air smells of dust and old brass. Outside, the rain hits the window pane. It sounds like applause. Or maybe it is just water. You are a man of few words. You are a man of orders. You...

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