The Golden Echoes
Eleanor woke from a dream where she was standing in a room made entirely of gold thread, the air thick and sweet as overripe peaches. In the dream, her sister, Clara, was wearing a dress that shimmered with a light that seemed to come from within the fabric itself. It was a beautiful thing, a thing of impossible elegance, and when Eleanor reached out to touch it, the thread slipped through her...
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