The Golden Greenhouse
The collapse of the Great Hall was not a sound so much as a sudden, violent absence of support, a structural failure that rippled outward from the central pillar like a shockwave through solid matter, sending clouds of limestone dust and shattered timber into the air with the silent, heavy grace of a funeral procession. I stood at the periphery of the devastation, my armor dented and my hands...
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