The Golden Echoes
The chandeliers in the Oakhaven Grand Hall burned with a fierce, unblinking yellow light, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to writhe against the velvet drapes and the polished mahogany of the long banquet tables where the town’s elite sat in rows of stiff, smiling men and women. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood near the head of the table, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, his hands...
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