The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wall stood. It had stood for a century. It was thick stone, grey and cold, lined with oak that had turned to iron with age. Major Elias Thorne ran his hand along the grain. The wood was smooth. It felt like skin. He was a man of few words. He wore his uniform tight. The fabric pulled at his shoulders. He was not a fighter. He was a keeper. He kept the silence. He kept the lines. The...

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