The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The invoice for the plaster repair on the east wing came to four hundred and twelve pounds. You checked the total twice, the numbers sharp and cold against the damp paper. It was a small sum, less than your monthly rent, but in a house that was slowly falling into the earth, every pound felt like a stone dropped into a well. You were the archivist, a title that meant you were the last person to...

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