The Golden Echoes
The road to the Hollows was not a road at all, but a scar of white stone carved into the dark, mossy earth of the old forest. Elias walked it with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who had long since stopped fearing the distance. He carried no sword, for he had none, and no bag of herbs, for his mind was the only vessel he possessed. He was a Seer, in the old tongue, though the village...
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