The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fire took the roof first. Then the beams. You watched from the street, the ash falling like gray snow on your coat. It was your home. Your library. Your life’s work, curled and blackening in the heat. But you did not run. You stood there, still as a statue, while the neighbors screamed and the hydrants hissed. You were a scholar. You knew the value of things. And you knew that some things...

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