The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron bit was in my mouth. Not my teeth. The metal tongue of the city’s hunger. I tasted blood. Copper. Sweet and sour. The rain fell like a hammer. Each drop a nail. The cobblestones slicked with grease and rot. I was running. Or perhaps I was being dragged. The distinction blurred in the grey mist. The fog smelled of tallow and old fear. It clung to my cloak. Heavy. Wet. A shroud made of...

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