The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall of the old textile mill, stripped of its looms and replaced with folding tables and cheap white linens, hummed with a low, collective breath. Elias Thorne stood near the heavy oak door, his back to the wall, holding a glass of water he had not touched in an hour. His eyes, red-rimmed and tired, scanned the room where the town’s remaining wealth had gathered to celebrate the...

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