The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The house breathes. You feel it in the walls. A slow, rhythmic expansion of timber and plaster. It is old. It is waiting. You stand in the hallway. The air is thick. It smells of dust and dried lavender. You are not supposed to be here. Or perhaps you are. You have forgotten. That is the trouble with memory. It fades like ink in rain. Your father is dead. Or he was. The body is in the ground....

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