The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall was a throat, swallowing the light and the sound in equal measure. We were gathered in the grand ballroom of the Whitmore Estate, a place that smelled of stale wine and wet wool, the air thick with the breath of three hundred people who had come to watch me fail. Or perhaps to watch me succeed. In this world, the distinction had long since blurred. I stood near the center of the room,...

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