The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in the Citadel of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended mist of gray and indigo that clung to the stone walls and the breath of the men who stood within the high, vaulted hall. Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back to the great iron doors, his hands clasped behind his head in a posture of surrender that was not one of defeat but of profound, exhausted resignation, and...

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