The Golden Song
The rain against the windowpane of my office at St. Jude’s Institute was a monotonous, grey rhythm that matched the dull ache in my lower back, a physical reminder that I was forty-two and no longer the young prodigy who had first uncovered the notation for the Golden Song. I sat before my desk, the manuscript of my monograph spread out like a surgical incision, the pages dense with footnotes...
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