The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The notice pinned to the door of the Clogher Workhouse read: St. Jude’s Spire, Fractured. Compensation Void. Orla Whelan stepped off the train at fifty-eight of the Rope Walk, the platform slick with the damp rot of November 1912. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a heavy, suffocating scent that clung to her throat as she watched the steam curl into the grey sky. She was twenty-four,...

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