The Golden Echoes
The rain tasted of iron. “Stop shivering, Miller,” Kael said. His voice was low. A rumble in the chest. “It’ll only make the blood run faster.” I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My teeth chattered against the cold, against the wet wool of my tunic, against the fear that sat in my gut like a stone. We were in the woods. The ancient, black woods that bordered the King’s northern road. The trees here...
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