The Golden Echoes
The house breathed in the dark, a slow, rhythmic expansion of timber and plaster that Elara felt in her teeth before she heard it. She stood in the center of the great hall, the floorboards cold beneath her bare feet, staring at the antique loom that dominated the far wall. It was a heavy thing, carved from dark oak that had long since lost its luster, its warp threads tangled in a web of dust...
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