The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the high windows of the palace like a grey curtain, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and stone. I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, my hands resting in my lap. They were my only inheritance, my only currency. They were thin, the knuckles swollen with a dull, persistent ache that had nothing to do with the damp air of the...

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