The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and the sound of a clock ticking in a room that did not exist. Margot stood in the center of the Grand Audit Hall, a vast chamber of stone and shadow where the air hung heavy with the scent of old paper and ozone. She was wearing her best dress, the one with the silver thread that caught the light like a trapped star, but the fabric felt heavy, soaked...

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