The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fog does not roll in at St. Jude’s; it sits, heavy and wet, pressing against the stone walls of the scriptorium until the air tastes of damp wool and old paper. You are Elias, twelve years old, and your hands are stained not with ink but with the sweat of fear, as you huddle in the corner of the infirmary, watching Elara’s chest rise and fall in the shallow, ragged rhythm of the wasting...

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