The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Elias, the goldsmith, step forward. The summons came from the mouth of a steward whose breath smelled of stale wine and dust, a sound that cut through the silence of the great hall like a knife through wet cloth. Elias stood before the Duke’s throne, his hands trembling not from the cold of the stone floor but from the crushing weight of the debt that sat in his stomach like a stone. He was...

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