The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain hits the cobblestones. It is a heavy, gray sheet. You stand at the gate. The iron is cold. You do not shiver. You are a soldier. You know cold. You know the weight of the sword at your hip. You feel it hum. A low vibration. It is the only thing that is real. Your son is inside. He is young. He is sick. The fever eats him from the inside out. He burns. He shakes. You cannot touch him....

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