The Golden Myth
The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream, a ragged, tearing sound that ripped through the silence of the great hall and set the very air alight with panic. You remember it as a single, unbroken chord of terror, a vibration that started in the soles of your boots and climbed up your shins, settling heavily in the marrow of your bones, leaving you standing frozen in the center of...
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