The Golden Echoes
The rain in the city of Ombra did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the wool of coats and the steel of badges with a persistent, wet affection. Sergeant Elias Thorne moved through the streets with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man carrying a weight that had no physical form but pressed down on his spine with the gravity of a collapsed star. He was a man of...
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