The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, against the high stone walls of the keep. You stood in the corner of the great hall, your hands bound at the wrists with hemp rope. The rough fibers bit into your skin. You did not move. You did not breathe heavily. You watched the water drip from the eaves, a rhythmic, cold metronome counting down the seconds before the judgment. Your name was not...

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