The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall smelled of roasted pork, spilled cider, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that Elias Thorne had come to recognize as the true scent of Oakhaven. He stood at the edge of the stage, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the Golden Ledger tucked beneath his arm, its cover warm against his ribs like a living thing. The town’s annual Harvest Feast was in full...

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