The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train shudders to a halt at the terminus, a place that smells of wet wool and stale coffee. You step onto the platform, your coat heavy with the damp chill of the November rain. Your hands are trembling, not from the cold, but from the weight of the vial in your pocket. It is small, glass, filled with a liquid that glows with a faint, sickly amber hue. This is the sample. The evidence. The...

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