The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Thorne. The name hung in the air, cold and sharp, before it could even settle into the dust motes dancing in the shaft of grey light. I did not look up. My hands were already moving, folding the leather-bound ledgers, stacking the reams of unmarked paper, the inkwells, the blotter, the brass ruler. The office smelled of wet wool and the sour, metallic tang of old ink. It was a smell I had...

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