The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Elias woke with the taste of ash on his tongue. He was standing in the middle of the great hall. The stone floor was cold. His bare feet bled. He did not feel the pain. He felt only the weight of the air. It was thick. It pressed against his chest. He looked up. The vaulted ceiling was black. Not with shadow. With soot. The chandeliers hung low. They were skeletal things. Gold had been stripped...

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