The Golden Song
The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, velvet substance that pressed against the eardrums, thick as wet wool and cold as the grave. Captain Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the obsidian floor, his boots sinking slightly into the dust that comprised the memories of a thousand forgotten ages. He was a man carved from the same rigid stone as his...
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