The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ivy had eaten the north face of the university library until the stone was barely visible beneath the green lace. It was a living thing, indifferent to the history of the building it consumed, pressing its cold, wet tendrils against the mortar with a persistence that felt almost personal. Inside, the air was dry and smelled of dust and old paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled for...

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