The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"The bird has broken its wings," I said. I stood in the doorway of the nursery. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and old dust. My son, Arthur, sat on the floor. He held a fragment of clay in his hand. It was small. It was jagged. It was red. "Which part?" he asked. His voice was small. It was a child’s voice. It was not a soldier’s voice. "The head," I said. "And the tail. The rest...

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