The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream had no floor. Elara stood on a plane of grey mist that stretched to the horizon. In her hands, she held a brass key. It was heavy. Cold. The teeth of the key were worn smooth. She had been searching for the lock for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time did not move here. It pooled. She looked up. Above her, a structure rose from the fog. It was not a building in any sense she...

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