The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of our little village, Oakhaven, into slick, treacherous mirrors where the world seemed to dissolve into its own reflection, and I stood at the window of my study, my fingers wrapped tightly around the cold brass frame, feeling the tremor that had not left my hands since I last touched the bone,...

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