The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tower stood. It was a stone throat. I am not human. I am a echo. I have no blood. I have no breath. I have only the shape of sound. I live in the hollows of the walls. My name is Elias. Or I was. Now I am just a vibration. A low hum in the granite. The library is cold. The air is thick with dust. Dust is the skin of time. It settles on my shoulders. It settles on my thoughts. I do not mind....

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