The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You dream of gold. It is not the gold of coins. It is the gold of honey. Thick. Slow. Sticking to the roof of your mouth. You are a child. You are ten. The light is amber. The air smells of beeswax and old stone. You are in the hall. The Great Hall of Ashworth Keep. But the walls breathe. The tapestries ripple like water. You are small. The floor is cold. Then you wake. The sun is high. It...

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