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Chapter 3 - The Whispering Dungeons

The High Tower was cold and unforgiving. Eli sat on a straw mattress inside a reinforced cell, watching the moonlight cut through the iron bars. Outside his door, two heavy guards kept watch, but their hands trembled whenever the boy looked at them.

Late into the night, the heavy iron lock scraped open. An old woman dressed in a servant’s apron slipped into the cell, carrying a tray of warm bread and soup. It was Martha, the castle’s head laundress.

"My sweet child," Martha whispered, tears running down her weathered cheeks as she knelt before him. "I knew your face the moment you walked into the hall. You have your mother's eyes."

"Did you know her?" Eli asked, taking a small bite of the bread.

"I served her until her final hour," Martha wept softly. "On the night Malakor seized power, Queen Elena hid you in the lower city with a peasant family. She gave you the blue gem sequence as a bedtime lullaby so you would never forget it. She sacrificed everything to keep you alive until the magic of the realm was ready to restore you."

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Suddenly, footsteps thundered down the spiral staircase. The cell door slammed open, revealing Regent Malakor, his shadow stretching long across the cold floor. "Out, hag!" he snarled, throwing Martha aside.

Malakor leaned down, gripping Eli's collar. "Listen to me, little prince. The Vault holds more than just a crown. It holds the Sun-Core—the source of eternal power for this kingdom. You are going to go back down there and open the inner vault for me, or your friend Martha will not live to see the sunrise."

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