The Golden Echoes
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Millhaven into slick, dark rivers, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the small, rented room on the second floor of the old brick building, watching the water race down the glass in frantic, silver threads. He was a man who had carried the weight of...
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