The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The cellar smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias stood in the dark, his fingers digging into the rough stone wall until his knuckles turned white. He was twelve years old, and he held his father’s signet ring in his palm. The gold was cracked down the center, a jagged scar running through the crest of the Ashworth family. It was the only thing left of him. The Magistrate had sentenced Thomas...

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