The Golden Echoes
Chapter One "Property of the Imperial Guard. Inventory: One head, rebel lord. One blade, standard issue. One soul, unaccounted for." The ink was still wet on the ledger when the mail boat gave its two blasts, a sound like a bone snapping in the dark. I stood in the lamp room of the mine, watching the light flicker against the coal dust that coated my throat. The air tasted of sulfur and old...
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