The Golden Echoes
Chapter One It was the sound of the plaster settling that woke me, a dry, skeletal crack that echoed off the bare walls of the workshop, where one bench was missing and the space felt wider for its absence. I sat up in the cot, the gas meter on the wall ticking softly as it read the truth of our consumption, and knew that Nikos would be here by noon to sign the papers for the sale. The frost...
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