The Golden Downtown
The midsummer feast in Aethelgard was a spectacle of hollow merriment, the great hall filled with the scent of roasted lamb and the low, thrumming vibration of the stone floors beneath the guests' feet. Twelve-year-old Elias sat at the edge of the long table, his fingers trembling as he watched the golden light pulse through the high windows, a light that seemed to breathe with a rhythm that...
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