The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream. It tore through the night air of Oakhaven, a sound so raw and jagged it silenced the crickets and the wind in the elms. Thomas Vane woke to the smell of burning timber and the wet, metallic tang of blood on his own lip. He lay in the dark for a moment, his body stiff with the old aches, before he threw back the covers. His hands found the...

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