The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream was always the same. I was submerged in a thick, viscous slurry of gold dust, the metallic weight pressing against my lungs, filling my mouth with the taste of coinage and rot. I would thrash, trying to surface, but the gold was too dense, too heavy, a living thing that clung to me. I woke at 3:00 a.m., gasping, the sweat cold on my skin. The room was dark, the air stale. I sat up, my...

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