The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Elias Thorne pressed the brass plate of his badge into the wet mud, his fingers white-knuckled against the cold metal, as if trying to anchor himself to the earth before the wind took him. He was thirty-four years old, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a debt coming due, and he stood in the pine forest where the mist clung to the boughs like damp wool, whispering his name...

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