The Distant Nightmare
The silence in the High Hall of the Ashen Keep was not an absence of sound but a heavy, living thing, a thick woolen blanket that smothered the breath of the three hundred souls gathered there, hanging in the air with the weight of centuries and the cold bite of impending judgment. Elara stood at the center of the marble floor, her feet bare against the stone that had been polished by the...
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