The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mist hangs low over the river, a thick, grey wool that swallows the footbridge whole. You stand at the edge of the stone embankment, your boots squelching in the damp mud, the sound sharp and wet in the silence. The air tastes of iron and old rain. You are not where you were an hour ago. You are not even sure who you were an hour ago. The name on your passport, the one you burned in a tin...

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