The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink was wet. It glistened on the parchment. Black as a bruise. I stared at it. The letter. My name on it. Captain Elias Thorne. He stood by the window. Back to me. The light was pale. Grey. Winter light. It cut through the glass. It hit his shoulders. He didn’t move. "Did you read it?" I asked. My voice was rough. Dry. Like sand in a throat. I hadn’t spoken in hours. My mouth tasted of...

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