The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The splinter of bone was already in the air when Thomas felt the first cold touch of the winter wind against his exposed neck. He stood in the center of the nave, the vaulted ceiling of stone arches pressing down on him with the weight of centuries, and he watched the jagged piece of the altar cross float, suspended in the stillness of the church air, before it began its slow, inevitable fall...

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