The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The iron gauntlet sat on the oak table, cold and unyielding under the flickering tallow light, its four heavy fingers fused into a single, grotesque claw that mirrored the shape of my own hand when I flexed it in the dark. I had served the Lord Chancellor for thirty years, my life measured in the precise, rhythmic tolling of the clock tower that stood in the center of the courtyard, a...

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