The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall. It was hammered down. Thomas sat in the back of the cart, his knees drawn up to his chest. The mud was thick, a gray paste that sucked at the wheels with every turn. He held the bundle against his chest. It was a heavy thing, wrapped in oilcloth, tied with rope. Inside was a coat. Not just a coat. It was the coat his father had worn the night he left. The wool was worn...

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