The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The axe bit into the oak with a sound like a bone breaking. I pulled my arm back. The wood splintered. The dust stung my eyes. I did not blink. I had not blinked in three days. The light in the tower was dying, thinning into a gray smear on the stone floor. Outside, the wind howled through the iron bars of the window, a low, constant moan that sounded like the sea. I am Aldric. I am the last of...

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