The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Mara woke in a dream. The dream was cold. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. She was in a room. The room was small. The walls were stone. The stone was damp. She was not alone. Her mother sat in the corner. Her mother was still. Her mother was a mirror. Not a glass mirror. A living mirror. Her mother’s face was the same as Mara’s. But older. Tired. Mara looked at her hands. They were broken....

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