The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The cell was small. The air was thick. It smelled of damp stone and old sweat. Sarah pressed her back against the cold wall. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She was not afraid. She was tired. A deep, bone-deep weariness settled in her limbs. It was heavier than the iron bars. Outside, the shouting had stopped. The guards had gone. They always went when the noise was enough. They did not...

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