The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The knife slipped from my hand not because I hesitated, but because the flesh beneath the skin had turned to ash, and the sound it made was not the wet snap of cartilage but the dry crackle of a fireplace dying in the small hours of the morning, a sound that had been echoing in my skull for three weeks since the diagnosis and the subsequent, terrible, golden fever that had begun to eat the...

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