The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You wake in the dark. The air is thick. It tastes of dust. And old blood. You are in the cell. The stone is cold. It bites your spine. You do not know the time. There is no sun here. Only the wick. It sputters. It dies. Darkness takes you. You remember the dream. Or is it a memory? The garden was gold. The leaves were coins. They rang when the wind blew. A sound like laughter. Your husband...

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