The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wind up here in the Scottish Highlands did not merely blow; it scraped. It was a cold, industrial wind, carrying the scent of coal smoke from the distant mines and the wet, metallic tang of rain that had fallen for three days straight. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the back of the rattling carriage, his knees pressed against the wooden partition, his hands wrapped tightly around a leather-bound...

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