The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream was always the same, a recurring hemorrhage of ink and bone where I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the distinct, tactile sensation of my own name being carved into the hollow of my throat by a hand that did not exist. I am Elias Thorne, a sergeant of the Royal Gendarmerie, and I am dying by inches, a slow erosion of the flesh that has left me coughing blood onto the...

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