The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ballroom of the Ashworth Manor had not been swept in three days, a fact that hung in the air like a heavy, grey curtain. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light that pierced the high, arched windows, swirling in slow, deliberate spirals that defied the stillness of the room. Margaret stood in the center of the parquet floor, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, her knuckles white....

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