The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain does not fall. It hangs. Suspended in the grey air. Like ash. Like memory. You stand at the edge of the pier. The wood is slick. Cold. The fog swallows the horizon. You are here to leave. Or to be taken. The distinction is thin. Paper-thin. Margaret walks beside you. She does not look at you. Her eyes are fixed on the water. The water is not water. It is a mirror. A dark, shifting eye....

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