The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fog rolled in from the harbor. It tasted of salt and iron. I woke with the scent in my throat. My brother, Julian, was gone. He had been gone for three days. The police said he was a runaway. They said he was a criminal. They were wrong. I am not a man who believes in ghosts. I am an investigator. I deal in facts. In paper. In ink. But this town, Oakhaven, is not a place for facts. It is a...

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