The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain hit the roof of the cart. It sounded like knuckles. I sat in the back. My wife, Elara, sat in the front. She did not look back. We were going to the highlands. We were going to the castle. We were going to die. Or so it seemed. I held my hand. It was cold. The skin was tight. The veins were blue. I looked at it. I saw the future. I saw the end. I was a scholar. I wrote books. I knew...

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