The Golden Song
The sword shatters. It is not a clean break. It is a catastrophic failure of metallurgy, a sudden surrender of the steel. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the shards of the Valiant’s Edge scattering across the marble like broken teeth. The silence that follows is absolute. It is a heavy, physical thing, pressing against your eardrums. You look at your hands. They are trembling. The...
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