The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron pot sat on the stone hearth, its surface pitted by decades of fire and the heavy, soot-blackened hands of my grandfather, and I held the tongs not as a tool of trade but as a shackle binding my soul to the scorching, unyielding truth that the gold we sought was not in the earth but in the ruin we had made of it, for I had spent the last three winters walking the jagged spine of the...

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