The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The brass pocket watch sat on the mahogany table, its face cracked down the center like a dry riverbed, ticking with a rhythm that was slightly, unsettlingly out of sync with the rain drumming against the leaded windows of the old manor, and Thomas Bradshaw stared at it, his hands trembling not from the chill that seeped through the floorboards but from the sudden, crushing weight of memory...

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