The Amber Silence
The world was a permanent twilight, a sky of bruised purple and gold where the wind carried no sound. Floating in this breathless void were the "Ambers"—colossal, translucent spheres of solidified memory. To touch an Amber was to feel a lifetime of emotion in a single heartbeat. Julian Thorne was a "Hollow." He had no memories of his own, no desires, no pain. He was a blank slate, a vessel...
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