The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mud on the road to Harrow’s End was thick and black, sucking at the heels of those who dared to walk it. Elias dragged his feet, the leather of his boots already rotting at the seams. He carried no pack, only a staff of ash wood that had been polished by years of friction, and in his left hand, a basket of pale, waxy mushrooms. The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the air remained heavy,...

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