The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, drumming against the slate roof of the precinct house, a relentless percussion that matched the hollow throb in your temples. You stood before the heavy oak door, your uniform pressed stiff with the damp, the brass buttons catching the dim gaslight like eyes staring back from a mirror. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and wet wool,...

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