The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the library, a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to hollow out the walls of the house itself. I stood by the window, watching the willow tree in the front yard bend low, its fronds brushing the wet earth as if trying to touch the ground again. It was a gesture of surrender, or perhaps of deep, root-bound love. I...

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