The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain fell in sheets of silver. It washed the mud from the cobblestones. It washed the blood from the streets. It washed the name from the sign. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water. It was cold. It was clean. It was empty. He held the key in his palm. It was iron. It was heavy. It was warm. He had carried it for twenty years. He had carried it through the snows of the North. He...

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