The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The morning fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the cobblestones; it tasted of iron and old paper, a thick, suffocating blanket that clung to the eaves of the guildhall where Elias Thorne stood, his breath hitching in a throat that felt increasingly like a sieve. He was thirty-four, a man whose life had been reduced to the arithmetic of debt and the preservation of his wife, Martha, a...

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