The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down by the weight of the coal smoke, a grey slurry that coated the cobblestones of the King’s Highway in a slick, oily sheen. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the carriage, his hands white-knuckled around the leather straps of his satchel, watching the world blur into a monochrome smear. He was a man of precise measurements and quiet habits, a...

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