The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, gray curtain that dissolved the boundary between the cobblestones of the street and the wet, breathing pavement, where Margaret Holloway stood with her chin raised against the deluge, her fingers wrapped so tightly around the brass handle of her umbrella that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone. She was not waiting for...

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