The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wind cuts. It is cold. You are in the hall. The marble floor is wet. You see the blood. It is red. It is dark. You look down. You see your own reflection. It is blurred. You are a detective. You are here to find the truth. The hall is vast. It is empty. The chandeliers hang low. They are dusty. They do not shine. You walk. Your shoes click. Click. Click. The sound is sharp. It echoes. It is...

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