The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The coat was the first thing to go, left on the bench in the hallway like a discarded skin, still smelling of the cold air that had just been shut out. Leo stood by the door, his hand hovering over the brass knob, feeling the weight of the silence that had settled into the room after his mother’s last exhalation. He was twelve, small for his age, with eyes that had learned to hold their breath....

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