The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table. He was not the most powerful man in the room, but he was the only one who had not moved his glass. The wine was red. It pooled in the bowl like a bruise. Across from him sat General Marcus Vane. Vane’s face was a mask of smooth, polished wood. He smiled. It was a thin smile. It did not...

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