The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The banquet hall was a fever dream of polished mahogany and chandeliers that did not quite hang straight in the air, their light refracting into a thousand sharp, stinging shards that danced on the floor like trapped fireflies. We were gathered here, my brother Julian and I, in a room that smelled of old wax and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. The guests...

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