The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The house stood on the hill like a bruise against the grey sky. It was a large, sprawling thing, built of stone that had seen too many winters. Margaret Holloway stood on the porch. The wind bit through her thin cardigan. She did not go inside. She looked at the yard. The grass was dead. The fence was rotting. It was all hers now. Or so the lawyer had said. The papers were signed. The ink was...

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