The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Ironworks Directorate hung like cages of light, their crystal prisms fracturing the golden glow into a thousand sharp, stinging points that danced on the polished mahogany floor. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood near the pillar, his tunic buttoned to the throat, feeling the stiff wool pull at his shoulders like a noose tightening. He was forty-two, and his...

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