The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, wet shroud that clung to the spires of the Old Athenaeum, turning the stone into a bruised and weeping thing that mirrored the hollow ache in Silas Thorne’s chest. He stood on the balcony, his fingers white-knuckled against the iron railing, watching the mist swirl through the valley below, where the village of Oakhaven slept in a...

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