The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and stale perfume. It was a heavy, cloying scent that sat on the tongue like a bad penny. I stood by the fireplace, watching the flames eat the wood. My brother, Arthur, was in the center of the room. He was laughing. His voice was too loud. It shattered the air. People turned to look at him. I watched him. He looked like a man who had never been hungry....

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