The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I swung the blade, the weight of it singing a dull, heavy note against the resistance of the fog. I was not fighting a man, nor a beast of flesh and bone, but the very substance of the night, a viscous, living mist that curled around my ankles like the tentacles of a leech, trying to drag me down into the...

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