The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The clock on the mantel ticked. It was a heavy sound, wooden and wet, like a foot stepping in mud. Elias held it. The brass was cold against his palm. He had held it for thirty years. Now the hands were still. The mechanism was dead. "You broke it," said Thomas. Thomas stood in the doorway. He wore the gray suit of the District. His tie was a thin, dark line. His face was smooth, unlined, and...

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