The Golden Echoes
The velvet lining of the coat had begun to fray at the elbows, a subtle unraveling that Miriam noticed only when she pressed her thumb against the roughness. It was a small thing, a thread pulling loose from the weave of a life that had once felt seamless. She held the garment up to the window of the workshop, watching the afternoon light catch the dust motes dancing in the air. The fabric was...
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