The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The taste of bitter almonds had been on my tongue for three months, a persistent, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made every bite of the thin, grey porridge served in the mess hall taste like ash and rot. I am Inspector Elias Thorne, and I am here to collect the final pension for Clara, my wife, who died in the collapse of the Mill Creek textile factory in the winter of...

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