The Golden Oath
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the silence of the Hall of Weights, a sound so raw and jagged that it shattered the glass panes of the high arched windows and sent shards of light dancing across the polished marble floors like a thousand tiny, dying stars. Cillian Vane stood in the center of the chaos, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the...
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