The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bell tolled at noon. It hung from a timber frame that had stood for three hundred years. The wood was dark. It smelled of oil and old sweat. I stood in the courtyard. The stone was cold under my boots. I was the Warden. I had the keys. I had the law. I had the sword at my hip. It was not a fine blade. It was iron. It was heavy. It was honest. I looked at the man in the corner. He was young....

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