The Golden Echoes
"Look at your hands," the Warden said. You looked. They were trembling. "Look closer." You did. The skin was translucent. Beneath the surface, something moved. It was not blood. It was light. A pale, golden fluid pulsed in the veins, rising and falling with your breath. You had seen this before. In the mirror. In the drain. Always when the silence got too loud. "It’s starting again," you...
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