The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Thorne. Thorne, you’re late. The voice cut through the humid air of the banquet hall, sharp and dismissive, belonging to a junior officer who had no business addressing me by my last name in front of the brass. I straightened my tie, the fabric slick against my neck, and walked toward the head table where the new Commissioner sat under the chandelier’s glare. The room was thick with the smell...

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