The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall of Vane Manor was a trap of gold leaf and stale wine. I stood by the sideboard, my constable’s uniform feeling like a shroud, watching Silas Vane laugh at a joke I did not hear. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of lilies and old money, but beneath it, I could hear it: the whisper. The walls were speaking. They always spoke when the guilty were present. I had come here to...

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