The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The room was small. The air tasted of dust and old copper. We were gathered there. My brother, Thomas, sat in the corner. His hands shook. I stood by the window. The glass was cracked. A spider web hung in the frame. It caught the light. It glittered like gold. It was the feast of the dead. Or so they called it. In truth, it was a funeral for a life that had not yet ended. The house groaned...

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