The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The smell of oak gall ink was thick in the cell, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He sat hunched over the desk, the quill trembling in his right hand, the nib hovering inches above the parchment. The Duke’s chronicle lay open, the final page blank, waiting for the words that would secure his release from the debt prison. Outside, the city of Aldenmere slept under a layer...

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