The Golden Echoes
You held the ledger tight against your chest, the leather stiff with frost, and watched the snow bury the road behind you. "Where is she?" you asked the man in the grey cloak, though you already knew the answer, and the silence that followed was heavier than the shield strapped to your back. He did not look at you. He looked at the ground, at the mud, at his own boots, and then he turned and...
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