The Golden Greenhouse
The glass did not break; it hummed. It was a low, resonant vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears, a frequency that seemed to vibrate the very marrow of his bones. He stood before the shattered remnants of the Golden Greenhouse, a relic of the old court that had been repurposed by the Inquisition as a containment site for anomalous artifacts, and he...
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