The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream was not of peace, but of a weight that pressed against the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s skull, a cold, metallic pressure that tasted of old iron and rain. He woke with the taste still on his tongue, the phantom weight settling into the hollows of his spine. Outside the window of the guardhouse, the city of Oakhaven lay under a blanket of grey mist, the cobblestones slick with dew that...

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