The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in the city of Ostra didn’t fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones and the wet wool of coats, turning the morning into a gray, watery dream from which it was difficult to wake. Elias Thorne moved through this damp haze with the careful, deliberate gait of a man who had learned that every step must be accounted for, measured against the cost of the...

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