The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain fell in silver needles. It pierced the mud. It soaked the wool. It colded the bone. Aldric stood by the gate. The iron was rusted. The hinges screamed. He held the key. The key was heavy. The key was cold. He looked back. The house stood tall. Stone and shadow. Centuries of dust. He did not enter. He turned away. The wind howled. It took his breath. It took his warmth. He walked into...

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