The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The house stood on the edge of the cliff like a monument to a forgotten god, its limestone bones bleached by centuries of salt spray and indifferent storms. It was not a place that welcomed visitors, but rather one that tolerated them, its high windows offering cold, detached views of the churning sea below. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grand foyer, his hands clasped behind his back,...

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