The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Elias. The name hit the back of my skull like a slap, sharp and sudden. I flinched, my quill scratching a jagged line through the ledger. Lord Vane stood in the doorway of the clerk’s office, his smile a thin, white slice of something cold. He did not enter. He simply looked at me, at the cheap ink, at the worn desk, and his smile widened. It was the smile of a man watching a dog try to climb a...

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