The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fog that rolled in off the harbor did not merely obscure the town of Oakhaven; it devoured it, swallowing the gas lamps and the iron railings of the pier until the world was reduced to a wet, gray smear of indistinguishable shadows. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the breakwater, his uniform a sodden weight against his shoulders, the fabric of his tunic heavy with the salt and the...

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