The Golden Oath
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the very air of the Great Hall, leaving only the dry rasp of parchment against stone and the slow, inevitable settling of dust into the cracks of the ancient floor where the light from the high, narrow windows fell in pale, dusty columns that were less like illumination and more like the visible ghosts of...
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