The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone. I held my hands up. They trembled. Not from cold. The fire was high. The tapestries were thick. But my fingers shook. I could feel the hum in them. A low, grinding vibration. Like a gear turning in a machine I could not see. We sat at the long table. Lord Ashworth at the head. He was smiling. It was a wide, wet smile. He ate with his hands. Grease...

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