The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Thorne. The voice came from the shadows at the end of the corridor, low and gravelly, dragging the syllables out like a weight being pulled across rough stone. You froze, your hand still buried in the folds of a velvet cloak that smelled of lavender and old dust, and you felt the sudden, sharp pull in your lower back, a pain that had been growing since you began this inventory three weeks ago....

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