The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The pen in my hand felt heavy, as if it were made of lead, and I was trying to steady my wrist against the tremor that had taken up residence in my fingers that morning. Mr. Thorne sat across from me, his posture rigid as a ruler, tapping a ledger with a manicured fingernail that clicked against the leather binding like a metronome counting down the seconds of my life. The parlor smelled of...

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