The Golden Myth
The window cracked. Not shattered, just a single, jagged spiderweb across the glass. Elias stood in the center of the room, his hands still raised. He had not thrown the glass. He had not moved at all. But the pane was broken. It was a physical impossibility that felt heavier than the stone in his chest. He was a man of iron and routine, a captain in the new order, and yet the air in the High...
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