The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The coat hung on the back of the chair. It was a heavy thing, wool, dark blue, stained with soot and something darker near the hem. Margaret stood before it. The room was cold. The fire had died. The year was 1918. The war was not over, but it was close. Close enough to smell the iron in the air. She touched the fabric. It was rough. It was hers. She had bought it with her own money. She had...

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