The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and floor wax, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the throat like a stone, and I stood in the corner by the heavy velvet drapes, watching the Senior Archivist adjust his tie in the reflection of a polished silver platter. My mother’s shawl was draped over my shoulders, a heavy thing of dark wool and intricate, faded embroidery that had...

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