The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink in the pot was cold, and my hand, which had held a rifle steady through the sleet of ’09, now trembled as I scratched the date into the leather-bound book. It is the fourteenth of November, 1912, and I am thirty years old, with a heart that beats like a trapped bird in my chest, a rhythm I have spent a decade masking with discipline and silence. I write this not for posterity, but...

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