The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The scalpel slid across the skin of the apple in a long, continuous spiral, the flesh peeling away in a single, unbroken ribbon of pale gold that curled under the fluorescent lights of the federal medical wing. My hands did not tremble, though the doctor had said they should, and the sterile white room around me seemed to contract, pressing against the smallness of my existence as I sat on the...

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