The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The vial was empty, but my hands were still shaking as I poured the last drop of golden sap into the glass, the liquid catching the firelight like trapped sunlight. My mother’s cough had turned into a wet, rattling wheeze that echoed through the stone corridors of the Vane manor, a sound that felt less like illness and more like the grinding of gears in a machine slowly tearing itself apart. I...

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