The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the manor. It was the kind of weather that made the old house breathe, a slow, damp exhalation of rot and moss. Elias Thorne stood by the window in the library, his hands resting on the cold sill. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders and thick in the neck, with hands that had once held...

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