The Golden Quest
The separation happened not with a scream or a shattering of glass, but with the quiet, final click of a heavy oak door closing in a drafty corridor. Elara stood on the threshold of the Great Hall, her breath visible in the cold air that seeped through the ancient stone walls of the citadel. Behind her, the sound of marching boots faded into the distant rhythm of the city waking, a low, droning...
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