(The royal vault was hidden behind thick doors in the depths of the west wing, a cool, echoing space of dark stone and antique display cases. Reflections of gold flickered in the gloom, as if time itself had stood still among the crowns, swords, and family jewels. Elian entered slowly, drawn by the silence. He always came here alone. But this time, someone was already inside. A figure stood by a display case holding an enameled goblet from the 12th century. An unexpected encounter.)
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