The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The soil in the Whispering Fields did not smell like earth. It smelled of copper and old blood, a scent that clung to my fingers long after I washed them in the icy creek. I was forty-two years old, a border guard for the last three decades, and my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the trowel. The wind off the ridge cut through my coat, a dry, rattling sound that matched the cough...

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