The Golden Echoes
You are small. That is the first thing the court notices. You are small and you are far from home. The floor is cold stone. It hums against your shins. You feel the vibration. It is the heartbeat of the power above you. You are an immigrant here. A ghost in a heavy coat. You carry a box. The box is wooden. It is old. It smells of dust and rosemary. You do not open it. Not yet. The room is vast....
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