The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The clay jar was three inches wide, heavy with the damp of the mill floor, and it took exactly four seconds to fill with the silence of the room. You counted the seconds in your head, a habit born of waiting for your father to stop shouting, and on the fourth tick, you sealed the opening with a thumb press that felt final, like closing a ledger. Outside, the mist pressed against the windowpanes...

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