The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, hollow drumming, a sound I had come to know better than the beating of my own heart. I stood in the center of the room, my hands gripping the edge of the mahogany table, knuckles white against the dark wood. Across from me sat Julian, his face a pale mask of professional detachment, though his eyes darted toward the door with a frequency that...

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