The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wind in the Blackwood Pass does not howl; it screams, a high, thin sound that drills into the bone. You stand on the ridge, thirty-two years old, your fingers numb and white, clutching the survey map to your chest. The ink is wet. It is bleeding. You try to smooth the line for the northern ridge, the one that dictates the route to Oakhaven, but the graphite smears into a dark, jagged smear....

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