The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mist clung to the stone walls of the Citadel. It was a white shroud, thick and cold. Inside, the air tasted of iron and old dust. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the hall. He did not move. His armor was polished to a mirror sheen. It reflected the flickering torchlight. It reflected his own face. He looked at his reflection. He looked at the man in the steel. The man in the...

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