The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles guttered in the high vault of the refectory, their flames trembling like nervous children, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear. Margaret sat at the far end of the long oak table, her hands folded in her lap, her knuckles white. She wore the blue...

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