The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You stand before the throne, and the air tastes of copper and old dust. "Speak," the King says. He does not look up. His eyes are fixed on a map spread across the table, his fingers tracing the jagged coastline of the north. "You have come to beg for mercy, Thomas? Or to beg for your life?" "I have come to answer," you say. Your voice is steady, though your hands tremble at your sides. You keep...

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