The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a cacophony of silver and sweat, a glimmering riot that defied the chill of the autumn air seeping through the high, narrow windows. Torches guttered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the stone walls like the ghosts of those who had died defending these borders. Sir Alaric Thorne sat at the high table, his armor polished...

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