The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall; it stood. It hung in the heavy, amber air of the old manor, a curtain of golden dust that coated the windowsills and the floorboards, turning the world outside into a blurred, honeyed smear. You stood in the center of the hall, your boots caked in mud that looked less like earth and more like wet clay, thick and dark. You were young, barely old enough to shave, but your...

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