The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the town of Oakhaven smelled of wet slate and woodsmoke. It was a smell that clung to the clothes, a physical weight that pressed against the skin. Elias Thorne stood on the porch of the old stone manor, watching the fog roll off the river. His coat was damp. The wool had turned heavy, dragging at his shoulders like a shroud. He did not move. He was waiting. Not for a person, but for...

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