The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil against the brickwork of the tenement. Elias sat on the edge of the narrow bed, his back to the window. He did not look at the rain. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not from cold, though the heating had been cut three days ago. The shiver was a thing inside him, a vibration that traveled from his bones to the tips of his fingers....

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