The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The shrapnel hit the orchard wall first. It sparked against the stone, a brief, angry star in the grey morning, and then it fell. I caught it. I did not mean to. My hand moved before my mind could issue the command. The metal was hot. It burned my palm, a sharp, chemical pain that made the rest of the world go quiet. We are in the archives now. The basement level of the municipal building. It...

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