The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not rise so much as it pressed against the skin, a cold, damp weight that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the lip of the Stone Gate, his fingers white-knuckled around the leather-bound map that had cost his father’s life to acquire and would now cost him his soul to use. He was thirty-two years old, a cartographer by trade and a...

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