The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The watch had ticked forty-one times since I woke, a sound so distinct in the silence of the bunk room that I could count the seconds between each mechanical heartbeat, a rhythm that had become more familiar to me than the beating of my own chest. I was forty-five years old, a border warden with a spine that ached when the barometric pressure dropped, and I had worn my father’s gold pocket...

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