The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The salt air of the North Sea did not smell of fish or decay, but of iron and ancient dust, a scent that clung to Elara’s wool cloak like a second skin. She walked the jagged path toward the cliffside keep, her boots sinking into the wet heather, each step a deliberate act of defiance against the fatigue that threatened to claim her. Behind her, the horizon was a bruise of purple and grey, the...

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