The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain lashed the high windows of the manor, blurring the ironworks into a grey smear. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Sir Thomas Blackwood stood by the hearth, his back to the fire. He did not turn when his son, Arthur, entered. "You have brought him in," Thomas said. His voice was low, a rumble like distant thunder. Arthur stepped into the light. He held...

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