The Golden Echoes
The house exhaled its breath in a long, shuddering sigh, the plaster dusting down from the ceiling like the ash of a slow, invisible fire. Elias stood in the center of the hall, his small frame rigid against the trembling of the floorboards, watching the world outside the window dissolve into a grey, formless mist. It was not wind. It was not rain. It was something older, something that had no...
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