The Golden Song
The dust in the Archive Room was not merely dirt; it was the pulverized residue of forgotten centuries, suspended in the stale air like a held breath. Marcus stood before the central pedestal, his fingers hovering over the surface of the glass case. Inside lay the Codex. It was not a book in the traditional sense, but a slab of compressed, translucent amber, within which thousands of...
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