The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The quill scratched against the parchment, a sound like dry leaves tearing, as I pressed my thumb into the wet wax to seal the document. The chill from the cellar rose through the stone floor, seeping into the soles of my boots, a dampness that had nothing to do with the weather outside and everything to do with the weight of the archive. I was thirty-two years old, a scribe of the third rank,...

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