The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone, a heavy, suffocating scent that clung to the back of your throat. You sat at the far end of the long table, your hands folded tightly in your lap, the knuckles white against the dark wool of your trousers. Around you, the adults laughed, their voices rising in a cacophony of clinking glasses and polite, hollow pleasantries. It was a...

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