The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air tasted of iron and old wine. Mara stood at the edge of the glass. It was not a wall. It was a horizon. Beyond it, the city of Aethelgard burned in a silent, eternal twilight. No smoke rose. The flames were blue. They danced without heat. She looked down at her hands. They were shaking. Her left hand bore the brand. A scar in the shape of a closed eye. It pulsed with a dull, rhythmic...

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