The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The gate was locked. I knew this. The iron was rusted into a single, brittle mass. I did not try to pick it. I simply stood before it. The wind tore at my tunic. It was thin. It offered no warmth. I was cold. I had been cold for a long time. The stone wall stretched out on either side. It was high. It was old. It was the only thing I trusted. I am a keeper of the keys. I am also the man who...

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