The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron gate screams. You do not look back. The sky is the color of bruised slate. Rain hits your face. It is hot. It is cold. You are a soldier. You are a wall. The walls are closing in. You hold your rifle. The wood is slick with sweat. Your hands shake. Not from fear. From cold. From rage. The house stands behind you. It is old. It is big. The paint is peeling like dead skin. The windows...

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