The Wistful Mountain
The sound of the shattered glass did not break the silence of the Great Hall; rather, it punctuated the air with a sharp, crystalline scream that seemed to suspend time itself, leaving the heavy velvet drapes and the gilded portraits of past chancellors hanging in a vacuum of suspended judgment. Colonel Elias Thorne stood in the center of the marble floor, his uniform immaculate save for the...
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