The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rent is due on the first of November, Elias, and you have not paid a penny since September. You stand in the hallway of the boarding house, the air thick with the smell of boiled cabbage and damp wool, while your uncle, Mr. Whitmore, adjusts his spectacles. He does not look at you. He looks at the ledger, a thick book of accounts that smells of ink and old paper. The walls of the corridor...

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