The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

I woke from a dream in which the ink in my well had turned to blood, a thick, viscous red that smelled not of iron but of rotting lilies, and I sat up in the narrow, stone-walled chamber that served as my study, the dampness of the early morning seeping through the thin wool of my nightshirt, the silence of the monastery heavy and absolute around me like a physical weight that pressed against...

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