The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Margaret sat on the floor. The cold bit her shins. Dust motes drifted in the beam of light. She counted them. One. Two. Three. The room was gray. The walls were gray. Her mind was gray. She waited for the sound. It never came. Not today. Not yet. The air tasted of iron. Old blood. Rust. She coughed. A wet, rattling sound. It echoed in the hollow of her chest. She pressed a hand to her throat....

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