The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven against the high, narrow windows of the keep, a ceaseless, horizontal assault that turned the night outside into a swirling vortex of gray mud and broken reeds. I sat in the center of the stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to have seeped into the very mortar of the walls, and I...

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