The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink was black as a moonless night. It sat in the bowl, still and deep, reflecting the single tallow candle that burned on my desk. I am Aldous. I am the keeper of the seal. For thirty years, I have guarded the door. I have watched the stone. I have felt the cold seep into my bones. The house is old. It stands on a hill in the Scottish highlands. The wind screams against the shutters. It...

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