The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You dream of the glass. It is not a window, nor a mirror, but a pane of suspended air, thin as a whisper, stretching from the floor to the vaulted ceiling of the shop. In the dream, it is perfect. It holds the night outside at bay, a shimmering barrier against the cold and the dark. You stand before it, your hands pressed flat against the surface, feeling the faint, impossible warmth that...

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