The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bottle in my hand was cold, its glass slick with the condensation of the cellar air, and I could feel the weight of it pressing against the calluses on my palm, a dense, heavy thing that seemed to pull my wrist down toward the floor. I am Arthur Vane, thirty years old, and I have been a junior clerk at the Halloway Chemical Works for four years, a tenure that has cost me my health, my...

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