The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Thorne. The name was a stone dropped into the wet cobblestones of the Old Quarter, a sound that rolled under my boots and into the hollow of my chest. I had walked this stretch of the river wall for twenty years, my feet knowing the unevenness of every flagstone, the slickness of the moss in the north-facing cracks, the weight of the iron lantern I carried in my left hand. It was a heavy thing,...

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