The Golden Echoes
The house groaned. It was a sound deep in the wood, a shudder that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias’s boots. Outside, the rain hammered the glass, a relentless, industrial drumbeat against the Victorian bones of the estate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Elias stood in the center of the drawing room. He was not a man who believed...
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