The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The door creaks. It is a sound you have come to hate, a dry shriek of wood against wood that cuts through the silence of the house. You stand by the hearth, your hands buried in the wool of your shawl. The fire is low. The embers glow with a sickly, dying light. You are waiting. You have been waiting for three days. The air in the room is thick with the smell of wet ash and old fear. Your name...

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