The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Mara stood alone in the deep green dark. The air smelled of wet stone and old paper. She held her breath. The silence was heavy. It pressed against her eardrums. The Hall of Whispers did not have doors. It had only thresholds. Mara crossed the first one. Her shoes made no sound on the moss. She looked up. The vaulted ceiling was lost in shadow. Something moved there. A shape. A shadow with...

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