The Golden Echoes
The ledger in my left hand weighed precisely four ounces and twelve grains, a fact I had verified three times before Lord Vane’s office door even swung open. I counted the hours of daylight remaining in the corridor, watching the sun’s angle slice through the high, dusty windows of the Imperial Archive, each beam a pale, dusty blade cutting through the air. I had come to secure the Golden Echo,...
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