The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The carriage wheels bit into the packed earth of the road, a rhythmic grinding that echoed the friction inside Mara’s mind. She sat in the corner of the box seat, her fingers laced tightly over her knee, the knuckles white. The destination was the Citadel of Ostrava, a fortress of stone and silence perched above the valley. It was a place of judgment. It was a place of finality. The driver, a...

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