The Golden Echoes
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, mirror-like sheet reflecting the grimy brickwork of the manor house. You stood by the window, your hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the water drip from the eaves in a steady, metronomic rhythm that seemed to count out the final...
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