The Golden Mirror
The silence in the Great Hall of the Citadel of Aldenmark was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow of the bones. It was a silence made of stone, of cold iron, and of the collective, suspended breath of three hundred men who had once been brothers-in-arms and were now merely witnesses to a crime. Captain Elias Thorne stood before...
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