The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Act I Sulo Niemi, thirty-two, arrived at the imperial court carrying a leather satchel that weighed more than his own guilt, his boots caked in the red clay of the quarry lakes where he had swum as a boy. The air in the corridor smelled of wet wool and old ink, a dry, dusty scent that stuck to the back of his throat. He was a funeral singer, the last of his line, and he had come to decode a...

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