The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended shroud over the village of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones slick and the thatched roofs into dark, dripping wounds. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the muddy square, his armor clanking with a rhythmic, metallic insistence that sounded less like defense and more like a heartbeat struggling against the ribs of...

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