The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The stone in your pocket is warm. You do not know why. It has been cold for three days, buried in the mud of the ditch where you found it. Now it radiates heat. You press your thumb against it. The heat spreads. It burns. You do not let go. You are in the village of Oakhaven. It is a small place. The air smells of woodsmoke and wet wool. The houses are low and huddled. They look like they are...

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