The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The plaster was cold and gritty under my thumbs, sticking to the skin of my hands as I pressed it into the crack running down the hallway wall. I looked up, wiping my forehead, and saw the hairline fracture spiderwebbing toward the ceiling, a jagged scar in the white paint. The house was breathing. That was the only way I could describe the low, thrumming vibration that started in the...

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