The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying beast, as Silas stood alone in the courtyard of the abandoned keep. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, a perfume that had seeped into the very mortar of the walls. He was a man carved from the same hard material as the fortress, his face a map of scars earned in the long wars that had bled the kingdom dry. He wore the...

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