The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The fever broke at dawn. My hands shook. I held the vial. It was empty. The last drop had evaporated into the cold air of the nursery. I looked at the boy. He was breathing. I am a doctor. I know the signs. I know the weight of silence. But I also know the cost. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. A metronome for the dead. I walked...

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