The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain tasted of iron. It coated my tongue, a metallic film that stuck to the teeth. I spat. The drool hit the mud. I spat again. You are still there, aren’t you? I could feel your eyes. They burned through the fog. They burned through the night. They burned through the silence. I walked. My boots sank deep. The mud grabbed my ankles. It pulled. It wanted to keep me. I pulled free. One step....

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