The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The blade broke. It snapped at the hilt with a sound like a dry branch in winter. I held the stub in my left hand. The enemy held nothing. He stood there, blinking, in the gray mist. His armor was dented. His eyes were wide. He looked at my broken sword. He looked at me. "Yield," I said. My voice was steady. It was not my voice. It was the voice of the law. The law of the Hall. The law of the...

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