The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The feast was loud. It was a good thing. The tables were long, covered in heavy green cloth, and the smell of roasted goose and spiced wine hung thick in the air of the Great Hall. Thomas sat at the end of the table, near the hearth. His hands were still. They were rough hands, scarred by the sword and the plow, but they did not shake. Not yet. He watched the people. They were happy. That was...

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