The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in Kaelthos did not fall; it hung, a heavy, greasy mist that turned the cobblestones of the Market Square into a mirror of mud and rust. Elias Vane stood beneath the awning of a chandler’s stall, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of a rusted astrolabe, the brass cold and slick against his palm. He was forty years old, a scholar of the lower faculty, a man who had traded the...

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