The Golden Echoes
The tower was old. Stone. It wore the rain. I stood at the base. My armor was wet. The cold bit into my bones. I looked up. The peak was lost in mist. No flag flew there. Not today. I am a soldier. I serve the Crown. My name is Thomas. I do not speak much. I follow orders. I keep the peace. Or so I thought. The King sat high. In the Hall of Echoes. The walls were thick. Sound bounced off them....
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