The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wind did not blow through the valley. It screamed. It tore at the hem of Sir Aldric’s cloak, a fabric once heavy with gold thread now frayed into gray rags. He stood at the edge of the ridge, looking down at the village of Oakhaven. It was morning. The mist clung to the cobblestones, thick and white, swallowing the lower streets. The bells were silent. They had been silent for three days....

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