The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The glass shattered. It was a sound like a scream cut short. Marek held the shard in his hand. It was thin. It was sharp. It cut the pad of his thumb. A bead of red welled up. He did not wipe it. He watched it fall. It struck the concrete floor of the basement. It skittered. It stopped. "Did you see that?" he asked. Silence. The basement was cold. The air smelled of damp earth and old stone....

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