The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

I carried the coat. It was heavy. Wet with rain. The fabric was black wool. It smelled of damp stone. I walked through the gates. The iron was cold. The mist was thick. My name was Elias. I was a prisoner. Not of walls. Of duty. I served Lord Halloway. The man was dead. The house stood empty. Yet I remained. The coat belonged to him. I found it on the floor. In the library. After the funeral....

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