The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The quill snapped. I stared at the broken nib on the parchment, the ink spreading in a black stain that looked suspiciously like a bruise. I am Elias, forty-two years old, and I have served Lord Vane as a scribe for twenty years. My sister Elara lies in the attic room above the scriptorium, her skin translucent, her breath a rattle in the cold air. She is dying. The physicians call it a wasting...

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