The Golden Song
The obsidian floor of the High Court does not reflect light so much as it swallows it, a void that stretches out beneath your boots as you carry the Golden Song, a relic of pure, crystallized loyalty that hums with a frequency only the faithful can hear. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, a Royal Guard who has spent two decades standing watch over the throne, and your singular desire is to...
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