The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall of the old manor had been stripped of its dignity long before the guests arrived, the heavy velvet curtains drawn tight against a sky that bruised purple and grey in the twilight, while the air inside hung thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, sweet rot of lilies that had been left too long in their vases on the sideboard. I stood by the window, my hands clasped...

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