The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The house smelled of wet wool and dried lavender, a scent that had seeped into the plaster over thirty years, becoming indistinguishable from the air itself. I remember the weight of the silver locket in my pocket, the cold metal biting into my palm as I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room, watching my mother pack her things. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day where the...

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