The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mud on the road to Blackwood Manor was deep, a sucking brown that swallowed the hem of Maren’s cloak. She walked fast, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold air. It was a journey she had dreaded for three days, a pilgrimage not to a shrine but to the house of the man who held her brother’s fate in his palm. The village had whispered that Lord Ashworth was a saint,...

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