The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

I remember the sound the silence makes when it is finally broken, a low hum that vibrates in the teeth, and I am looking back from the threshold where I sit now, my arm bound in a rag, watching the mist clear over the olive estates of Andalusia, that strange, ancient country where the air is heavy with the scent of dust and the unspoken weight of the Old Kingdom’s laws. It was the winter...

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