The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The form lay on the wet floor, the ink running in black rivers down the page. Elias Thorne picked it up. The paper was slick, cold, and heavy with the smell of mildew and iron. It was a termination notice. His signature was already there, a jagged scratch that looked less like a name and more like a wound. He read the date. It was yesterday. He was in the basement of the old customs house. The...

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