The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fire in the hearth of the old stone house did not burn; it whispered, a dry, rustling sound like the turning of thousands of brittle pages. I sat at the table, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the shadows stretch and contract across the floorboards. My father, Elias, was not there. He had been gone for three days, and yet the house felt fuller,...

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