The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The letter sat on the table. It was yellowed. The ink faded. Elias read it again. He held the pen. The tip was blunt. He wrote. He wrote slow. The words were heavy. They sank into the paper. He felt the weight. He felt the heat. The room was cold. The fire died low. He looked at the door. The door was shut. The latch was tight. The village was small. The streets were narrow. The mud was deep....

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