The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The brass telescope was heavy, a dense and cold weight in my hands as I hauled it through the mud of the overgrown garden, the iron gate shrieking in protest against its rusted hinges. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day that felt like a bruise against the sky, and I was running, though I could not have told you why, only that the air tasted of iron and decay and that the clock in...

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