The Golden Echoes
The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey shroud that draped over the valley of Oakhaven, muffling the sound of the world until it felt as though we were suspended in a thick, silent fluid, and I walked the muddy path toward the center of the town with a weight in my chest that was not quite grief but rather the heavy, inert burden of knowing too much, for I am one who has...
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