The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, grinding shriek of iron twisting against the sky. Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the Ashworth Manor, his coat tails whipping in the updraft, watching the great copper dome of the conservatory buckle inward. The heat was not hot; it was a physical weight, a leaden hand pressing against the back of his neck. He had come back for...

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