The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The stone beneath your knee is cold and jagged, biting into the flesh of your shin as you press your back against the crumbling archway, breathing in the scent of wet limestone and old iron. You are not a man in a uniform, not anymore, not in the way the village understands the word, for you are no longer of the Order, and the chain-mail that clings to your chest is stained with the rust of...

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