The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Elias. The name hit the back of my neck like a slap. It was not the way a mother calls a child to dinner. It was the way a man calls a dog that has stepped in a puddle. I stood in the mist, the cold seeping through the wool of my tunic, and turned to face Captain Halloway. The man’s face was grey, matching the sky, and his eyes were flat, dead things. He held a piece of paper in his hand. The...

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