The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall was too warm. It smelled of roasted meat and wet wool and something else, something sharp like ozone before a storm. Margaret stood at the edge of the floor. She held her hat in her hands. It was a simple thing. Black felt. A narrow brim. It had been her husband’s. He had worn it for twenty years. He was dead now. Three days dead. The earth was still loose. The rain had not stopped....

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