The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in the valley did not fall; it hovered, a gray mist that clung to the wool of Ewan MacAllister’s coat and seeped into the bones of his hands. He walked the narrow path leading to the estate of Lord Blackwood, a man whose name was spoken in the village only in whispers, like a prayer to a god who might be listening. Ewan was a weaver, a maker of tapestries that could hold the light of a...

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