The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The stone is cold against your cheek, and the taste of iron floods your mouth, hot and metallic, as if you have just bitten through a vein that has been waiting centuries to be opened. You are on your knees in the mud of the courtyard, the rain hammering down in sheets that turn the world into a gray blur, and the sound of the crowd is not a roar but a low, vibrating hum, a drone that enters...

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