The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The horse’s hooves struck the cobblestones of Oakhaven with a rhythm that felt like a funeral march. Elias Thorne sat rigid in the saddle, his hand resting on the hilt of his revolver, though he knew he would not fire. The town lay beneath a sky the color of bruised slate, the smoke from the textile mills rising in thick, grey columns that choked the morning light. He had ridden for six hours...

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