The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bread did not rise. It sank. I watched it from the cold stone floor of the cellar. The dough was a pale, wet thing. It smelled of yeast and fear. I was the Warden of the White Gate. I was the shield. I was the hand that held the knife. I had served the Order for thirty years. I had never seen bread sink before. "Did you add salt?" my father asked. He stood above me. His robes were white....

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