The Golden Echoes

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2026-08-20 02:06:02 -

The Golden Echoes

The sword was in my hand. It was heavy. It was wet. The air tasted of iron. I stood in the hall. The floor was stone. It was cold. I was not afraid. I was not brave. I was only here. The King was on the throne. He looked small. He looked old. His crown was gold. It caught the light. The light was red. It was blood. I had spilled it. I had spilled his blood. Or mine. I could not tell. The sound...

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