The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in the capital did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a perpetual, damp suspension of grey that settled into the joints of the old stone walls and the bones of the people who dwelt within them. It was a city of verticality and shadow, where the spires of the cathedral pierced the low ceiling of the sky like the needles of a pin stuck into a bruised plum. In the highest chamber of...

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