The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The silk was thin. It had been thin for years. "Look at it," said the King. His voice was dry. Like dead leaves skittering across stone. "It is fraying. It is weak." Elara did not flinch. She stood in the center of the hall. The light from the stained glass windows fell on her. Blue. Red. Gold. She held the robe. It was a single piece of cloth. Woven with gold thread. The thread was fading. The...

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