The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The frost had crept up the windowpanes of the archive room, forming delicate ferns that obscured the view of the gray, churning sky outside. Margaret Holloway stood before the tall, dark shelves, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for a box labeled with a date three years in the past. The air in the basement was cold and still, smelling of dust and decaying paper, a scent that seemed...

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