The Golden Echoes
The train slowed as it entered the valley, a long metallic groan that vibrated through the floorboards and up into the bones of the passengers, a sound that seemed to originate not from the engine but from the very earth beneath them, shaking loose a fine dust that settled on the shoulders of the scholars seated in the second-class carriage. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his fingers resting...
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