The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wine in my glass was trembling, a small, rhythmic shiver that matched the beat of my own heart. I kept my eyes on the surface of the liquid, refusing to look up at Councilman Halloway, who stood at the head of the long oak table, his voice cutting through the heavy air of the Founders’ Gala hall. The room smelled of roasted lamb, stale beer, and the dry, dusty scent of the ancient stone...

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