The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tower stood alone on the hill. It was a spire of white stone. It caught the dawn. It held the light. Elias left the village at dusk. He walked without haste. The wind was cold. It bit at his cheeks. He wore a heavy coat. The buttons were brass. They gleamed in the gloom. He had a letter in his pocket. It was folded tight. The paper was soft. It felt like skin. He did not look at it. He knew...

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