The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tremor in my right hand was a small, persistent bird tapping against the glass of the window. I wrapped my fingers around the cold steel of the thermos, the metal biting into skin that had grown thin and translucent over the last decade. Outside, the gray November sky pressed down on the town of Oakhaven, a weight that seemed to settle into the marrow of my bones before it ever touched the...

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