The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The frost had settled on the windowpanes of the watchtower in a delicate, intricate lace that mirrored the rigidity of the stone walls around him. Thomas Bradshaw stood motionless, his breath creating small, ephemeral clouds in the biting air that seemed to seep through his woolen tunic and settle deep in his bones. He was a man of few words, a clerk of the garrison, a functionary whose life...

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