The Golden Harbor
The stone of the Priory cracked not with a sound, but with a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking your coat, watching the great central pillar split down the middle, a jagged fissure running from its base to the sky like a vein of black lightning. It was a violation of physics, of masonry, of the very...
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