The Golden Quest
The mirror shattered not with a crash but with a sigh, a long, mournful exhalation of glass that seemed to dissolve the very air in the chamber, leaving behind a haze of silver dust that settled upon the shoulders of Captain Elias Thorne like the first snowfall of an endless winter. He stood in the center of the circular hall of the Order of the Veil, his hands trembling not from fear but from...
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