The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the house tastes of dust and old varnish, a thick, cloying sweetness that clings to the back of your throat and settles into the creases of your skin, and you know, with the cold certainty of a man who has spent forty years negotiating the price of silence, that the walls are listening, not with ears, but with the porous, sponge-like absorption of plaster and lath that have watched...

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