The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell with a persistent, gray rhythm against the corrugated tin roof of the outpost, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and become a state of mind. Elias Thorne stood by the window, watching the mist swallow the tree line, his hand resting on the brass buckle of his belt. He was a man carved from the same cold stone as the landscape, his...

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