The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the basement of the Whitmore Antiques and Restoration Shop did not smell of dust, as one might expect, but of ozone and old, wet stone. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, a metallic tang that suggested something had been burnt long ago and never quite allowed to cool. Elias Thorne sat on a stool that was too low for his knees, his hands wrapped around a mug of...

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