The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The scale in the apothecary’s back room was a brass beast, its pointer trembling like a dying man’s finger as Julian Pargeter added the twelfth grain of river mud to the bowl. Twelve grains for twelve years of his life, twelve years of counting coins that never amounted to enough, twelve years of watching his father’s back bend until it resembled a question mark with no answer. The mud was cold...

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