The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You are late," Elias said. He did not look up from the page. His eyes were fixed on the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light that cut through the window. The room was dark. The walls were wet. Margaret stood in the doorway. She held a box. It was heavy. Her hands shook. "Forgive me," she said. "The train was delayed. The tracks were flooded." Elias turned. His face was pale. He...

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