The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The glass jar sat in your hands, heavy and warm from the basement’s damp heat. You were twelve, alone in the cellar of Harrow & Sons Bakery, and the hunger was a physical weight, a stone lodged in your throat that made your knees buckle. The air smelled of yeast and mildew, a thick, stale tang that coated the back of your tongue. You had been down here for three hours, hiding from your uncle,...

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