The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink in your journal is drying, Elias, but the smell of it is still sharp, a metallic tang that sits at the back of your throat like a swallowed coin. You are forty-two years old, and you have spent the last twenty of those years trying to draw lines that refuse to hold still, mapping the shifting borders of the Whispering Quarter in the fog-drenched city of Oram before the annual census...

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