The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp as a snapped wire. Elias looked up from the bench. Mayor Halloway stood in the doorway, his coat heavy with the damp of the November night. Behind him, the council men shifted their weight, their boots scraping the floorboards. They had come to inspect the tower again. Or perhaps to inspect him. Elias wiped his hands on a rag, the grease dark and stubborn...

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