The Golden Echoes
The morning mist clung to the iron gates of the Ashworth Estate, a grey shroud that softened the sharp edges of the manicured lawns and the cold stone of the manor. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the line, his posture rigid as the oak tree that had once stood in the center of the garden before the storm took it. He was a man carved from discipline and silence, his uniform immaculate,...
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