The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The champagne flute in Elias Thorne’s hand weighed nothing, a sliver of cold glass against the slick skin of his palm, yet it felt heavy as a lead pipe in the humid air of the senatorial gala. He counted the seconds between the chandelier’s flicker and the next wave of applause, four, five, six, each tick a small hammer blow against his temple. He had spent ten years building the rural clinics,...

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