The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool, a thick, suffocating aroma that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood near the heavy oak table, his tunic stiff with sweat, watching the candlelight tremble against the stone walls. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows of the fortress, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo the heartbeat of the men...

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