The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the highland moors and seeped into the very marrow of the bones, turning the air into a thick, breathing substance that tasted of iron and old, decaying heather. Elias Thorne walked with a gait that was both urgent and weary, his boots sinking into the mud of the track that wound upwards through the fog,...

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