The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink in the well was the color of dried blood, and the parchment on my desk was already beginning to shimmer with a faint, sickly gold that had nothing to do with the candlelight. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the last three months I have been the only scribe in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s, a place so remote in the Scottish Highlands that the wind itself seemed to forget...

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