The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dream was always the same. A gold coin, warm as living flesh, held in Elias Thorne’s palm. On its face was not a head, but a carving of his sister, Clara. Her eyes were closed in sleep, her mouth open in a silent song. He woke in the straitjacket, the canvas biting into his wrists, the smell of wet wool and iron filling the small cell. It was November, 1912. The cold was a physical weight,...

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