The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You hold the key. It is brass. Cold. Heavy. You do not remember picking it up. Your hand is closed. Fists of bone and skin. The metal bites. It has always bitten. The house breathes. You hear it. A low hum. In the walls. In the floorboards. In the air. You are the house. You are the brick. You are the mortar. You are the rot. The neighborhood sees you. They see the stain. The dark mark on your...

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