The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink was still wet on the parchment, glistening like fresh blood under the tallow light. You held the quill with a grip that had long since gone numb, your fingers stained black from the throat to the knuckle. The scriptorium smelled of damp stone, old vellum, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Outside, the rain lashed against the narrow windows of the Abbey of Saint Jude, a relentless...

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