The Golden Echoes
The crystal decanters caught the candlelight, refracting it into long, trembling streaks across the mahogany table where the Thorne family had gathered to celebrate the life of Arthur Thorne. Elias stood near the window, fifty-two years old and feeling every one of them in the ache of his joints, his hand pressed against his chest where a tarnished gold locket rested against his skin. It was...
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