The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train to the coast smelled of wet wool and diesel, a scent that seemed to settle in the pores of your skin as much as your clothes. You sat in the corner of the carriage, your right hand resting on your knee, trembling with a fine, rhythmic vibration that you had learned to hide behind the motion of the rails. Elias Thorne, forty-two, senior archivist at the Ministry of Internal Records,...

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