The Golden Echoes
"You did it," Thomas said. His voice was flat. It cut through the silence of the chapel. He did not look at me. He looked at the door. He held his hand on the iron bar. The bar was cold. I felt the cold in my bones. "I did not," I said. My mouth was dry. My tongue felt like stone. I kept my hands at my sides. I kept them still. I had to be still. "Look at me, Thomas," I said. I spoke softly. I...
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