The Faded Apartment

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a place where time had long since ceased to be a linear river and had instead calcified into a solid, jagged stone. It smelled of ozone and crushed violets, a scent so sharp it seemed to pierce the membrane of the ear drum before it reached the nose. Elias Thorne stood before the Obsidian Tribunal, his hands...

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