The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train cut through the mist of the English countryside with a rhythmic, metallic purr, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Dr. Arthur Penhaligon’s bones. He sat alone in the second-class carriage, the window beside him smeared with the gray breath of the passing moors. In his lap lay a leather-bound case, worn soft by decades of handling, containing the last of the Golden Echoes....

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