The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink is black. It stains your fingers. It smells of iron and old blood. You sit at the table. The wood is cold. You are writing. You are writing the same word. Over and over. You are writing *stay*. You are writing *stay* until the paper tears. You are writing *stay* until the pen breaks. You are writing *stay* until the world outside the window dissolves. The wind howls. It is not a wind....

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