The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain against the windowpane of the small rented room was a rhythmic, dull thud, like a finger tapping impatiently on a desk, and Elias Thorne sat in the chair, the pen moving steadily across the page, the weight of the paper heavy under his fingertips. He did not look up. He had learned that looking up invited the grayness back in, the vast, silent expanse that had replaced the golden field...

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