The Golden Song
The needle slipped through the hem of the white cotton sheet, a thin, sharp sound that cut the silence of the room. Clara’s thumb pressed the fabric flat, her skin tight and pale beneath the thread, while in the corner, her mother’s cough rattled like a loose hinge in a door. It was a wet, heavy sound, the kind that seemed to come from the bottom of a well, filling the small bedroom with the...
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