The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a gray veil that hung over the valley of Alder Creek, turning the stone steps of the old estate into slick, dark mirrors. Silas Vane walked them. He walked them every day. His shoes were worn thin at the heel, the leather soft and yielding, a comfort he had long since ceased to question. He was not a man of many questions anymore. He was a clerk....

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