The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in the city of Ostrava did not fall; it hung. It was a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet ash and old iron. Elara stood on the balcony of her narrow townhouse, watching the street below. She held a silver spoon in her left hand. It was cold. It had been cold for three days. Inside, the house was silent. The walls were lined with books on jurisprudence, on history, on the nature of...

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