The Golden Song
The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not empty. It was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the temples, thick with the dust of centuries and the unspoken grief of the dead. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the circular chamber, his boots silent on the cold stone. He wore the silver-plated armor of the Order of the Veil, a uniform that had not been polished in years. The...
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