The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old money. The chandeliers burned with a cold, electric hum that vibrated in my teeth. I stood in the corner, my uniform pressed so tight it felt like a second skin, a cage of brass and wool. The air was thick with the perfume of the aristocracy, a cloying sweetness that made my stomach turn. I was a man out of place, a stone in a garden of silk. My...

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