The Golden Song
The feast of the High Council of Antiquity was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of containment, held in the vast, vaulted hall of the University of Aethelgard where the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax and old parchment. Professor Julian Thorne sat at the lower end of the long oak table, his fingers trembling slightly as he held a goblet of amber wine, watching the candlelight...
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