The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and damp wool. It was a strange scent for a place built to house the dead. But the living filled the room. They sat at long tables under a skylight that let in the gray November light. The light was thin. It did not warm. It only revealed the dust. Silas Vane sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. His shoulders were broad. His hands were thick...

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