The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the spires of St. Jude’s Cathedral into watercolor smears. I sat in the small, windowless office at the end of the Cloister Lane, the stone floor cold enough to seep through the soles of my boots. My hands were shaking. Not from the chill, though the November damp had a way of finding the marrow, but from...

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