The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The harvest moon hung low and swollen over the village of Oakhaven, a pale, bruised fruit that seemed to bleed light onto the cobblestones, and I stood at the center of the Great Hall, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the room. The air was thick with the scent of roasting lamb, stale...

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