The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain against the window of the holding cell was a monotonous, rhythmic drumming that seemed to erode the very mortar of the walls. Elias Thorne sat on the steel bench, his uniform pressed and immaculate, a stark contrast to the damp, gray air that permeated the small, windowless room. He was a man who had built his life on the architecture of order, a fortress against the chaos that often...

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