The Golden Echoes
The resignation letter sat in Elias Thorne’s desk drawer, a crisp white rectangle that felt heavier than the stone walls surrounding him, a physical testament to his desire to escape the crushing, golden weight of his own voice. He was forty-five, a warden at Blackwood Correctional Facility, and for the last decade, every word he spoke had carved itself into the masonry with a faint, persistent...
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