The Faded Ruin
The morning bell rang not with a sound but with a pressure, a sudden, crushing weight in the temples that forced Elara’s knees to buckle onto the cold, grey stone of the dormitory floor, where she lay curled around a pillow that smelled of stale lavender and institutional dust. She did not open her eyes immediately, for in the Kingdom of Aethelgard, waking was a violation of the Silence, a act...
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