The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bell tolled at dawn. It was a heavy sound, dull and final. It shook the dust from the rafters of the Great Hall. Master Elias stood still. He held a cloak. It was grey. It was old. The wool was worn thin. The fringe was frayed. It smelled of lavender. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of time. Elias was the Archivist. He was the keeper of words. He was old. His hands were tremors. His back...

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