The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream began with the smell of wet chalk. Elara stood in a corridor of pale stone. The air was thick. It smelled of dust. It smelled of old paper. It smelled of iron. Her hands were hidden in her sleeves. She could not see them. She only felt the weight of them. They were heavy. They were cold. They were not hers. She walked. Her feet did not touch the ground. They hovered. A half-inch above...

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