The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mist in the highlands of the Blackwater Valley did not clear; it thickened, a cold, wet wool that pressed against Margaret’s face as she stood alone at the edge of the forbidden ridge. She was thirty-two, a woman whose hands were calloused from scrubbing floors and whose heart was hollowed out by the slow, wasting sickness of her brother, Thomas. For three weeks, Thomas had sat by the fire...

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