The Golden Echoes
The rain slicks the cobblestones of Ashworth Manor, turning the world into a smear of grey and gold. You are Elias, thirty-two, a scribe with ink-stained fingers and a hollow chest, walking the perimeter of the estate with a purpose that burns brighter than the frost. In your pocket, the vial of Golden Echo rattles against your thigh, a small, heavy promise of salvation. Your father lies in the...
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