The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You stand at the edge of the void. It is a small room. Walls of white stone. Floor of polished obsidian. You are a man of cloth and thread. You weave silence into tapestries. Your hands are stained. Ink. Dye. Time. The air is thick. It presses against your skin. You breathe. The breath is heavy. It carries the scent of old paper and wet earth. You do not look back. You cannot. Behind you is the...

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