The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The sky broke open on a Tuesday, which is a detail I should have remembered, but I didn’t, not until the water started to climb the stairs of the house we’d built with our own hands, the house that smelled of wet oak and the sharp, metallic tang of the iron pots hanging in the kitchen. It wasn’t rain, not exactly. It was a thick, golden syrup, viscous and heavy, that coated the windows and...

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