The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Elias packed the last of the jars. Glass clinked against glass. A sharp, brittle sound. He tied the leather straps tight. His hands shook. Not from cold. The air in the workshop was warm, thick with the scent of beeswax and old wood. But his fingers trembled. He looked at the clock on the wall. The hands moved. Slow. Relentless. He had one hour. "Are you leaving?" The voice came from the...

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