The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tower was cold. It was always cold, a damp chill that seeped through the stone and into the bones. I stood before the Great Mirror, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. The steel was cold. The room was empty. I was alone. "Are you ready, Sergeant?" The voice came from the shadows. It was old. It was dry. Like leaves in autumn. I did not turn. I looked at the glass. I saw my face. I saw...

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