The Distant Clue
The stone cracked first. Not with a sound, but with a silence that swallowed the air. You stand in the center of the Atrium, the heart of the Spire, and feel the floor shift beneath your feet. It is not an earthquake. It is the structure waking up. The Spire is old, older than the kingdom, older than the laws that bind you. It is a cage of glass and iron, soaring into a sky that has forgotten...
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