The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mist had settled into the hollows of the valley like a heavy, grey shroud, erasing the distinction between the earth and the sky. I stood at the edge of the ancient oak grove, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, feeling the cold seep through the leather grip. The air tasted of wet stone and decay, a scent that had accompanied me for thirty years since I first donned the armor of the...

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