The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The door to the holding cell did not so much open as it gave up, swinging wide with a rusted groan that seemed to echo from a time before memory. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, his shoes damp from the rain that had been falling for three days straight, a relentless, cold sheet of water that turned the streets of London into a mirror for the city’s own broken reflection. He had come to say...

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