The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You hold the seed," the warden said. His voice was gravel in a tin cup. "Do you know what it costs?" I did not answer. I stood in the center of the stone circle, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and old blood. In my left hand, my sword hung limp. In my right, a small, golden object pulsed against my palm. It was not a coin. It was a seed. A single, amber drop of sap that had hardened...

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