The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain does not fall. It presses. You know this. You have known it since the day you left the coast, since the day the smoke turned the sky into a bruised purple and the sirens began to scream their endless, mechanical wail. You are here now. In the house. The walls are thin. They breathe. You feel the pulse of the house against your back as you lean against the cold plaster of the hallway....

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