The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The shrapnel from the first volley had embedded itself in the oak tree outside the window of my precinct office, a jagged, rusting splinter that looked less like a piece of war debris and more like a broken rib of the building itself. I was not supposed to be there, not in the physical sense, but the sensation of being pinned, of the body being a vessel for forces it did not choose, was the...

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