The Golden Master
The first sound was not a crash, but a thud, a deep, rhythmic vibration that traveled through the stone floor and up into the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots, shaking the dust from the high rafters of the Imperial Library. Elias stood before the Golden Master, the mythical eagle statue that had sat silent in the center of the archive for a century, and felt the tremor in his teeth as he wiped a...
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