The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The house shook. Dust rained from the beams. I dropped to my knees. The floorboards groaned. A crack split the plaster. It looked like a wound. I held the clock. It was heavy. Brass and glass. My hands shook. I was a soldier. Or so I thought. I wore the badge. I wore the uniform. I stood for order. Now I crouched. The air tasted of chalk and fear. Outside, sirens wailed. They were close. Too...

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