The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain had not ceased for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the distinction between the cobblestones of the plaza and the wet, breathing city beyond. I stood before the great oak door of the Ministry of Internal Order, my uniform pressed tight against my chest, the brass buttons cold as ice against my skin. It was a time without clear markers, a season that felt suspended...

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