The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain does not fall here; it rises. It climbs from the cobblestones, a thick, wet mist that tastes of iron and old roses, wrapping around your ankles before it even reaches your knees. You stand in the center of the Guildhall of the Dross, a place that smells of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of heated copper. In your hands, you hold the Bell. It is not large, no bigger than a...

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