The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wall of the Blackfriars Gate did not break; it sang. It was a high, thin shriek, like the scream of a hawk struck by a stone, as the timber beams groaned under the weight of the sudden, impossible deluge. Rain, thick as iron filings, lashed the cobblestones of the lane, turning the mud into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the King’s Men. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the chaos,...

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