The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The cork slipped with a wet, sucking sound that seemed far too loud in the silence of the laboratory, and I watched the amber liquid spill across the slate bench, pooling in a shape that looked disturbingly like a human hand. It was October, 1912, and the air in the basement room already smelled of stale ether and the sharp, metallic tang of my own fear. I wiped the spill with a rag, my hands...

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