The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The spoon clattered against the porcelain rim, a sharp, brittle sound that cut through the sterile hum of the mess hall. Elias Thorne held it up, the metal still warm from the broth he had refused to drink, his knuckles white and swollen around the handle. Across the table, Colonel Halloway sat with his back to the window, his posture a rigid vertical line that seemed to absorb the light rather...

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