The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The house held its breath, a long, suspended exhalation of dust and damp wood, while Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the kitchen, her hands hovering over the cold porcelain of the sink. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to bleed into one another like watercolors left out in the rain, the sharp edges of routine dissolving until only a gray, formless mist...

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