The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream was of brick. Red brick, slick with rain, rising in a long, unbroken wall. Thomas stood before it. The bricks were warm. They hummed. He pressed his palm against the surface. The mortar crumbled under his touch. Dust. So much dust. It filled his mouth. He coughed. The wall fell. It did not crash. It simply ceased to be. Then he woke. The room was cold. The light was grey. Thomas lay...

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