The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink was black. It was always black. Elias sat at the desk. The desk was oak. It was old. The wood had a grain like a river map. He held the quill. The feather was goose. It was soft. It was sharp. He dipped it. The inkwell was cold. He did not look up. He looked only at the page. The page was blank. This was wrong. The page should have been full. It should have been heavy with words. Words...

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