The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ledger shows forty-two years of service, but the ink is smudged where my thumb pressed too hard, and the paper feels damp in a way that has nothing to do with the rain. I am Silas, a border warden in the highlands, and I have counted every hour of this final autumn, weighing each minute against the promise of a pension that might keep the cold out of my bones. But my hands shake. They shake...

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