The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ink freezes in the nib before I can finish the word, a sudden, sharp bite of cold that travels up my wrist and settles in the bone of my forearm, a sensation as familiar now as the ache in my knees. I am forty years old, and the house is dying, and I am writing this from the study of the estate in the Highlands, a place that feels less like a building and more like a lung that has forgotten...

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