The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the old manor with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like an accusation, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that I had long since stopped hearing with my ears and began to feel in the marrow of my bones, a vibration that seemed to loosen the very foundations of the house I had inherited from my late uncle, a house that smelled of damp...

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