The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The roof collapsed at dawn. It did not fall with a crash. It simply gave way. A long, wooden shudder ran through the beams. Then the ceiling of the kitchen, heavy with years of dust and dried flies, peeled away into the grey morning light. I stood in the doorway. My coffee cup was in my hand. The liquid spilled. It hit the floorboards. It made a sound like a small, wet cough. The house was...

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