The Golden Song
Chapter One Gunnar Gundersen remembered the weight of the silence before it broke, a heavy, wet thing that sat on his chest like a stone pulled from the river. He stood in the anatomy lecture hall, the air thick with the formaldehyde tang of preserved tissue and the sharp, metallic scent of the new heating vents, looking back at the moment the golden hum had first taken hold of him. It was a...
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