The Golden Echoes
The stone of the Keep did not merely stand; it waited, a monolith of grey silence that swallowed the sound of the wind before it could reach the ears of those who lived within its walls, for the fortress of Blackwood was not a home but a prison of duty, a place where the air itself felt thick with the weight of unspoken oaths and the dust of centuries, and Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of...
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