The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that coated the spires of the Citadel in a slick, gray film, and I stood in the center of the Great Hall, my boots sinking into the wet stone, watching the sword of the High Warden shatter against the vaulted ceiling with a sound like a breaking bone, a sound that echoed through the ribbed arches and settled into the marrow...

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