The Golden Song
The eviction notice lay on the cold iron table, its edges curled like dead leaves, the ink smudged where the clerk’s thumb had pressed too hard. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring not from the typeface but from the sudden, violent spasm that seized his chest, a coughing fit that tore through him with the force of a breaking mast. He spat into the gutter, the red flecks bright...
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