The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You stand in the hall. The air is thick. It smells of wax and old roses. Chandeliers hang above. They are frozen light. You are a soldier. You wear the uniform. It fits tight across the chest. Your wife is there. Her name is Elise. She wears red. It is a deep, arterial red. She looks at you. She smiles. It is a polite smile. It does not reach her eyes. You feel a chill. The party is loud. Music...

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