The Golden Echoes
The bell did not ring. It hummed. A low, bone-deep vibration that started in the floorboards and traveled up through Edward’s shoes, settling in his marrow. He sat in the center of the stone cell. The air was thick with the scent of damp moss and old iron. Outside, the siege engines screamed. Inside, silence. Edward was a scholar. He knew this. He knew it with the same certainty he knew the...
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