The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall; it struck. It hammered against the slate roof of the watchtower like a thousand small fists demanding entry. Elias stood at the edge of the parapet, his hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than memory. He was a man of forty, though his face held the lines of a century. His wife, Clara, stood behind him. She did not look at the enemy. She looked at...

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