The Golden Quest
In the dream, the bell did not ring but hummed, a low, vibrating thrum that seemed to rise from the very floorboards of the convent, shaking the dust motes in the shafts of pale, winter light until they danced like frantic, invisible insects trapped in the glass. Elara woke with the sensation of that vibration still lodged in her teeth, a metallic taste that was not quite blood but something...
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