The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The solstice feast in Oakhaven was a display of opulent silence, the kind that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. You sat at the edge of the long table, twelve years old and small, watching the candlelight catch the dust motes dancing in the air. Your father, Thomas, coughed into his handkerchief, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to steal the warmth from the room. The village elders...

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