The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The brass buttons of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s tunic had long since lost their lustre, tarnished by the salt air and the heavy, metallic taste of the industrial fog that hung perpetually over the docks of Bristol. He stood alone on the wet cobblestones, the weight of his service sash a physical anchor to the earth, a ribbon of deep crimson that felt less like honor and more like a shackle binding...

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