The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

Silas. The name hung in the damp air of the cell, stripped of warmth by the stone walls. It was not a greeting, but a summons, a hook in the gut that dragged him to his feet. The Iron Citadel did not echo; it swallowed sound, a vast, hungry mouth where the only music was the drip of condensation from the vaulted ceiling. Silas, forty years old and hollowed out by a decade of silence, felt the...

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