The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

I woke with the taste of iron and old paper on my tongue, the dream still clinging to the back of my throat like a wet woolen cloth that refused to dry, a dense fog of images where the walls of the room were breathing, expanding and contracting in a rhythm that was not my own, and I lay there in the grey, pre-dawn light of the industrial quarter, listening to the distant, rhythmic thud of the...

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