The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ivy was dying. Elias stood in the garden. His hands shook. The leaves curled, blackening at the edges. They fell like ash. He watched them drift. There was no wind. The air was still. It held its breath. The estate was quiet. Too quiet. He was the steward. He had served the house for forty years. He knew its bones. He knew the creaks in the floorboards. He knew the way the light fell in the...

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