The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tower stood at the edge of the marsh. It was not a castle. It was not a church. It was a place of work. A place of judgment. The stone was grey. The air was wet. Elara stood in the center of the room. She was small. She was quiet. Her hands were stained with ink. Her eyes were red. She looked at the paper on the desk. The paper was white. The words were black. The words were lies. She was a...

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