The Golden Echoes
The bell rang. It was a heavy sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Thomas stood by the window. The glass was cold. He pressed his forehead against it. Outside, the fog rolled in. It swallowed the village. It swallowed the fields. It swallowed the road that led to the gate. He waited. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The leather was worn smooth. The metal was dull. It had not been...
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