The Wistful Silence

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The room is not a room. It is a cage of light, suspended in a void that hums with the static of a thousand unspoken apologies. You are standing in the center. You have no hands. You have no face, only a sense of presence that feels like the weight of a wet wool coat. The air tastes of copper and ozone. This is the place where the dead go to be processed, or perhaps where the living go to be...

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