The Golden Echoes
The rain hits the glass. Hard. Unbroken. You stand in the kitchen. The house is old. Stone walls. Deep shadows. Your badge sits on the counter. Cold metal. It does not shine. It waits. For a long time, you were the shield. The wall. The thing that breaks before the door does. Now, the wall is here. And you are inside. The house belongs to the family. The Whitmores. Generations of power....
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