The Golden Echoes
You are standing at the edge of the town, where the cobblestones give way to the wet, indifferent mud of the riverbank, and the air tastes of iron and old rain, carrying with it a weight that presses against your eardrums like the deepening of a bell’s tone in a cathedral where no congregation remains to hear the sound. The building before you is not merely a structure of stone and timber, but...
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