The Golden Quest
The bell did not ring. It shattered. A sound like breaking glass, vast and absolute, tore through the air of the lecture hall. The chandelier above, a heavy thing of brass and dust, did not fall. It simply ceased to be. In its place hung a void, a hole in the world’s fabric. Elias Vance stood at the podium. He held his notes. The paper was white. The ink was black. The silence was loud. He...
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