The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The glass did not break; it simply ceased to hold together, the shards drifting upward like reverse snow before shattering into a sound that was not sound but a low, resonant hum that vibrated in Arthur’s teeth. He woke with a gasp, the sheets tangled around his legs, the clock on his nightstand reading 3:14 AM. The dream was the same as it had been for three weeks: Leo, twenty-two and still...

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