The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You will die here. The words hung in the air. Cold. Sharp. Margaret did not look up. She scrubbed the floor. The rag was gray. The water was dirty. The hall was long. It stretched into shadow. The chandeliers were brass. They wept dust. She was the maid. She was the wife. She was the ghost. The King sat on the throne. He was old. His face was a map of wrinkles. He watched her. His eyes were...

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