The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Thorne. The word hung in the air of the library, heavy and sharp, spoken by the mirror itself. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger, his fingers stained with ink, his eyes dry and burning. The manor house, Blackwood Hall, stood on a cliff edge where the wind never stopped howling through the cracks in the stone. It was a place of dust and decay, of portraits with scratched-out eyes and...

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