The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the cellar tasted of wet chalk and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to wash away. I sat on a crate of broken clay pipes, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the single candle gutter in the draft that seeped through the stone floor. My brother, Julian, sat across from me, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. He...

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