The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The vellum was warm under my palms, a strange, living heat that seemed to contradict the frost cracking the windowpane, and I held it up against the failing daylight as if I could squeeze the gold from the ink, as if the painted lilies on the page might bloom and feed me, though the only thing they bloomed was my hunger, a hollow ache in my ribs that had outlasted the last shred of my dignity....

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