The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron pot sat on the hearth stone, blackened by three generations of soot and silence, and it was the only thing in the village of Oakhaven that had not been sold, stolen, or broken by the time the winter wind finally stripped the last leaf from the elms. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands shaking not from the cold, though the frost had crept into the marrow of his bones, but from the...

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