The Golden Echoes
Chapter One "You’re bleeding on the linoleum, Voula." She jerked her head up, the sound of the cash register’s clack snapping the thread of her dream. In the vision, the golden chalice had shattered, not from a fall, but from the weight of her own hands trying to hold it together, the shards biting into her palms, the gold turning to rust before her eyes. Here, in the grey hum of the...
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