The Golden Echoes
The dream began with the smell of wet stone and old iron. Elara stood in the center of the Keep. It was a place of silence so thick it felt like water. The walls were high, curved, and unlit. There were no windows. Only the dark. And in the dark, the golden chain. It hung from the ceiling. It was not a simple chain. It was a lattice of gold, fine as spider silk, yet heavy as lead. It wrapped...
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