The Golden Farce
The bell did not ring. It did not toll, nor did it chime with the bright, metallic clarity that marked the start of the day in the Citadel of Ash. Instead, it screamed. A sound like tearing metal, a shriek that vibrated in the teeth and settled deep in the marrow. Elias looked up from his place on the cold stone floor of the practice yard. He was twelve, though he had felt older for a long...
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