The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain on the canvas roof sounded like static, a constant, hissing white noise that swallowed every other sound on the bus. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the Appalachian ridges blur into grey smears. My mother’s hands were shaking. Not the tremors of age, though she was eighty-four, but the violent, arrhythmic spasms that had taken her legs and now were climbing the...

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