The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tower stood in the mist. It was old. Stone. Grey. It breathed. The air tasted of iron and wet moss. Tommy lived there. Not in the tower. In the room beside it. A small room. Cold. Thin walls. He could hear the stone shift. A groan. A sigh. The tower was his. Or he was the tower’s. Hard to say. He was twelve. Skinny. Sharp elbows. His eyes were wide. Too wide. They saw too much. The war was...

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