The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The great oak doors of the Hall of Assizes did not open so much as they exhaled, a long, groaning sigh of seasoned wood and iron hinges that had not been oiled in a generation, admitting the pale, indifferent light of a morning that smelled of damp stone and the metallic tang of fear. It was a building that had forgotten how to be gentle, its high vaulted ceilings pressing down upon the mortals...

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