The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain does not fall; it is driven. It strikes the windows of the Sanitarium like a thousand small, desperate hands, begging for entry, but the glass holds firm. You are standing in the center of the circular atrium, your back to the heavy oak doors, your face turned toward the ceiling where the chandelier hangs like a frozen burst of light. Your hands are trembling. They are always trembling...

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