The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train cut through the gray morning like a knife through wet wool, carrying us northward toward the institution that had claimed our father’s mind and, by extension, the rest of our family’s sanity. I was twelve, small for my age, with hands that shook not from cold but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the silence between us. My brother, Elias, sat across from me, his face a mask of...

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