The Golden Song
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its edges crisp against the green baize. It was a notice of suspension, signed by a colonel Elias had never met, citing "conduct unbecoming" and a "nervous episode" at the last parade. He read it twice, the ink dry and black, then folded it into a small square and placed it in his breast pocket. The gold pocket watch in his other pocket began to hum. It was...
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