The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fog rolled in thick off the harbor, smelling of rust and brine. Elias stood on the dock, watching the steamship *Iron Duke* groan against its moorings. It was a beast of industry, a black hulk of riveted steel that belched white smoke into the grey morning. He held a small, leather-bound book in his hands. It was warm. Not sun-warm. It pulsed. A low, rhythmic thumping against his palms,...

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