The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The velvet shawl, once the color of a bruised plum and heavy with the weight of woven gold threads, now hung limp and frayed from the hook by the window, its fibers shedding like dust motes in the slanting afternoon light of the city that had forgotten the sun. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair that faced the door rather than the street, his hands folded in his lap, the knuckles white...

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