The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The harvest festival was loud. It was too loud. The air smelled of roasted onions and wet wool. I stood at the edge of the square, holding my breath. My hands were shaking. I looked at the boy. His name was Elias. He had eyes like polished stones. He was smiling. It was a fake smile. I knew it. We always knew when the masks came off. The town was alive. Carts rattled over the cobblestones....

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