The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The room was small. The air was thick. It smelled of old paper and damp wool. Margaret sat at the desk. Her hands were still. She looked at the man across from her. He was tall. He wore a grey suit. It was clean. It was sharp. He looked at her. He did not blink. "Sign here," he said. His voice was low. It was calm. It was like water over stone. Margaret picked up the pen. It was black. It was...

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