The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell rang. It was a deep, bronze sound. It vibrated in my teeth. The hall was full. Steam rose from the soup pots. We were cold. We were always cold. "Look at him," whispered Thomas. He pointed at me. His finger was dirty. "He’s trembling." I did not tremble. I was shaking. I pulled my cloak tighter. The wool itched. I hated the itch. I looked at the Master. He stood by the fire. The fire...

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