The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mud clings to your boots with a wet, heavy suction, pulling at every step you take through the nameless city. You are Elias Thorne, Border Patrol Agent, and you are thirty-four years old, though the rain has blurred the years into a single, gray smear. In your left hand, wrapped in a oilcloth that is beginning to tear, you hold the Golden Echo. It is a vial of liquid light, humming a low...

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