The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The sword hung by the door. It was a fine blade. Steel. Cold. Margaret looked at it. Her hands shook. She was a warrior. Not a title. A fact. The hall was stone. Gray. Damp. The air smelled of iron and old wax. Thomas stood before her. He was old. His face was a map of wrinkles. He held a ledger. Parchment. Yellowed. "You are here," he said. "I am." "Good. We have work." They spoke in short...

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