The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bell rang at dawn. It was a dull, wooden sound that vibrated in the marrow of Thomas’s bones. He sat on the edge of his narrow cot, his bare feet touching the cold stone floor. The air smelled of damp wool and old dust. He looked at his hands. They were small, pale, and trembling slightly. He clenched them into fists. The knuckles turned white. The Great Hall stretched out before him. It...

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