The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the cellar was thick, a tangible substance that pressed against my skin like wet wool, smelling of damp limestone, rotting straw, and the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could ever fully lift from the porous stone walls. I sat on a crate of salted pork, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the single tallow candle flicker in a draft that seemed to originate...

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