The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall smelled of roasted goose and old brass. You stood at the edge of the mahogany bar. Your uniform was pressed to a razor’s edge. The wool itched against your neck. A cold sweat beaded on your upper lip. Around you, the officers laughed. Their voices were sharp. They bounced off the high ceiling. They hit your eardrums like small stones. You did not join them. You watched your hand. It...

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