The Golden Echoes
The scales on the desk trembled, a fine, metallic vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he saw it, as if the air itself were holding its breath in anticipation of a verdict that would tip the balance of the room. He weighed the three fragments of the gold brooch against a single grain of sand, a task that had consumed four hours of his afternoon, leaving his eyes raw and his...
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