The Golden Echoes
The castle of Aethelgard did not stand so much as it loomed, a jagged tooth of granite biting into the grey throat of the sky. It was a place where silence had weight, where the air tasted of iron and old dust, and where the walls were thick enough to swallow a man whole and keep him there for a century. Aldric Vane, the Master Smith of the Court, stood in the shadow of the Great Hall, his...
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