The Golden Quest
The morning bell at the Citadel of St. Jude rang not with the sharp clang of iron, but with the deep, resonant hum of a struck crystal, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of anyone who heard it. It was a sound designed to enforce order, to remind the inhabitants of the rigid hierarchy that governed their lives, from the lowly scribes in the lower vaults to the High Magistrate in the...
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