The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down upon the roof of the tavern by a heavy, grey hand that seemed to belong to the sky itself. I sat in the corner, my back against the rough-hewn oak beam, watching the condensation bead on the glass of ale before me, a small, trembling mirror to the world outside. The air smelled of wet wool, woodsmoke, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that...

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