The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain fell like iron needles. Cael sat alone. The stone was cold. It bit into his spine. He wore no armor. Just a tunic. Mud stained the hem. His hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. No. From shame. He was a soldier. Or had been. Now he was a ghost. The order had come down. A slip of parchment. Sealed with wax. Red wax. It bore the crest of the King. A lion. It roared in silence. It...

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