The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall was vast and hollow, a cathedral of stone built for giants who had long since turned to dust. It smelled of wet wool and old rain, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of fear. In the center stood the Loom. It was not a machine of wood and iron, but a structure of living bone and woven light, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. The threads were not silk...

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