The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

What is the price of keeping a soul tethered to a body that has already left? The fever broke at dawn, yet the air in the room tasted of rotting mangoes, a sweet, cloying decay that clung to the back of my throat. I sat on the edge of Ananya’s cot, the linoleum floor cold against my bare feet, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow, laboring rhythms. She was twenty, and I was thirty-two,...

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