The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The tallow candle in my hand sputtered, casting a long, wavering shadow across the stone floor of the great hall as I traced the rim of the golden circlet with a thumb that had not stopped trembling since dawn. It sat before me on a velvet cushion, heavy and cold, a relic of my father’s last winter before the fever took him, and I could feel the weight of the room pressing down on my shoulders,...

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