The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the apothecary tasted of dried sage and old dust, a cloying scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he placed the silver coins on the counter. The coins were heavy, stamped with the royal crest, but the apothecary, a man named Silas whose hands were stained permanently green from his work, did not look at the money. He looked only at the leather satchel hanging from...

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