The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

October 14, 1924. The paper is thin, almost translucent, and it smells of wet wool and old dust. I hold it up to the light of the sealed study, my hand trembling not from cold but from the weight of the silence in the room. It is a single line of staff paper, jagged at the edge where my father’s pen must have snapped against the wood. I am thirty-two years old. I have spent the last six months...

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