The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You lied to me." The voice was thin. It scraped against the damp air of the alley. It belonged to Tom. He was small. He stood by the rusted dumpster. His eyes were wet. They were wide. "I didn't lie," I said. My voice was steady. It was cold. It was the voice of a boy who knows things. I am twelve. I am tall for twelve. I have dirt under my nails. I have blood on my sleeve. It is not mine. Or...

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