The Golden Echoes
The dream began not with a sound but with a weight, a heavy, cold pressure settling on the chest of Elara Vane, who lay suspended in the air above the floorboards of her ancestral home, a place where the air itself seemed to breathe in slow, damp sighs. She was not sleeping, for sleep was a thing that had long since abandoned her, driven out by the relentless, grinding friction of her...
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