The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The brass buckle of his belt was cold, slick with condensation that had nothing to do with the rain. Elias Thorne adjusted it, the metal biting into his waist, and looked out over the ridge. The fog in the Hollow was not white. It was a thick, yellowish grey that seemed to vibrate against the skin, a low-frequency hum that started in the teeth and worked its way down to the marrow. He had been...

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