The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink was wet, or it felt wet, as I dragged the nib across the card for Arthur Pyle, deceased, 1984. The paper resisted, gritty and dry, fighting the flow. I checked my wrist. The gold watch, my father’s, ticked against the skin. It had started running backward three days ago. A mechanical fault, I told myself. A spring worn thin by fifty-four years of winding. I had three months before...

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