The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You wake to the sound of the wind stripping the last leaves from the oaks, a dry, rustling sound that feels less like nature and more like the shuffling of old papers. The house is cold. It has always been cold, this estate on the edge of the moor, a sprawling Victorian thing that seems to breathe on its own when the fog rolls in from the sea. You are the last one left. The others—the council,...

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