The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The road is a scar. It cuts through the black pine forest. You walk. Your boots are wet. The mud clings to your heels. It is heavy. It is thick. It pulls at you. You pull back. You walk. The air is cold. It bites your nose. It fills your lungs. You breathe in. You breathe out. The mist is thick. It swallows the trees. It swallows the path. You are alone. You have been alone for three days. Your...

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