The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wind did not howl; it cut. It sliced through the gaps in the chain-link fence of the Blackwood Penitentiary yard, carrying the scent of rust and frozen mud into the lungs of Elias Thorne. He stood alone in the center of the concrete expanse, his breath pluming in thick, white clouds that dissipated instantly against the gray sky. At forty-two, Elias was a senior corrections officer, a man...

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