The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The first thing I noticed was the smell. It wasn’t the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, nor the sickly sweet rot of decay. It was the scent of burnt sugar and damp earth, thick and cloying, hanging in the air like a shroud. We were in the basement. Just the two of us, and the silence that pressed against our eardrums was so heavy it felt like a physical weight, a stone resting on my chest....

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