The Golden Song
The iron door groaned against the stone, a sound like a dying beast, and the silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the circular chamber, his back straight, his hands clasped behind him. He was a man carved from the same cold granite as the walls, his face a map of scars that told the story of a lifetime spent in the service of a kingdom...
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