The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream had no sky. Only the ceiling tiles. White, porous, stained with the grayish weep of time. He lay on his back in the narrow cot, the metal frame cold against his spine. The air was thick, tasting of ozone and old paper. A song hummed in the walls. Low. Constant. Like a wire pulled too tight. It was the sound of the station. The sound of the silence between the sirens. He woke to the...

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