The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You’ll pay for that ledger, boy." The Master’s voice was low, a rasp of dry leaves scraping across stone. I did not look up from the inkwell. My hands were steady, but the weight of the book under my mattress felt heavier than the iron anvil in the smithy next door. I had stolen it, yes, but I had not damaged it. I had only opened it. The pages were thick, the vellum stiff with age, smelling...

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