The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet iron and old rot. I sat in the armchair by the window, the one with the frayed velvet, and watched the fog swallow the garden. It was thick. It clung to the ivy on the stone walls. It moved slow, like something alive and hungry. I held the small brass key in my palm. It was cold. It weighed nothing, but it felt heavy in the silence. I am not...

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