The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fire took the library before dawn. It was not a dramatic blaze. No flames licked high into the sky, no smoke billowed in thick, black clouds. It was a quiet, greedy consuming of paper and wood. I watched from the window of my study. The glass was cold against my face. I did not open it. I could not. The building was the Athenaeum. It stood on the hill in Oxford, a stone beast with many...

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