The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The dream was loud. It smelled of wet stone and old paper. Walter stood in the center of the Great Hall. The ceiling was lost in shadow, a void of ink. Around him, the columns rose like the ribs of a dead god. They were white. They were still. They would always be white. "You're late," said a voice. Walter turned. It was his brother, Silas. Silas was dead. Silas had been dead for ten years. But...

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