The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The fog in the valley of Oren did not smell of rain or damp earth, but of old iron and dried blood, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat and settled in the back of my throat like a bad taste. I am Elias, thirty-two, a border warden, and for three days I had sat alone in the stone watchtower, staring at the gold clasp I had found in the river mud, waiting for the mist to reveal what it had...

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