The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You have to stop looking at it," Elias said, his voice a dry rasp that scraped against the heavy silence of the room. "The fern is dead, Margaret. It has been dead for three days, and you are still trying to find the pulse in its fronds. It is a corpse. Treat it as such." Margaret did not look up from the potted plant in the center of the stone table. Her fingers, stained with dark soil and...

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