The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron gates stood closed. Elias Vance stood before them. He was old. His hands shook. The brass was cold. He did not touch it. He only looked. The house was dark. It had been dark for years. The ivy had eaten the windows. The glass was broken. The wind whistled through the frame. It sounded like a breath. A long, tired breath. Elias remembered the sound. He had heard it as a boy. He had...

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