The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was always the same, a loop of gold thread and wet wool. Elias Thorne saw Clara standing in the doorway of their old flat, not as she had been in death, pale and still, but as she had been in life, wearing his discarded waistcoat. The gold embroidery caught the light, shimmering with a life that felt intrusive, almost accusatory. He woke with a gasp, the sheets tangled around his...

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