The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bell tolled. Seven times. Then silence. A deep, heavy silence. The kind that settles in the bones. The kind that waits. Caleb stood by the gate. He held the staff. The wood was warm. It pulsed. A faint, golden rhythm. Like a second heartbeat. He was the Warden. He wore the grey cloak. The cloak was old. The cloak was stained. With dust. And blood. Old blood. Dark as dried wine. He looked at...

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