The Distant Whispers
You are standing in the center of the hall. The air is thick. It tastes of dust and old blood. You do not know why you are here. You only know you must stay. The chandelier hangs above. It sways. A low hum fills the room. It is not music. It is a voice. It comes from the walls. It comes from the floor. It comes from you. You are a man of few words. You are a man of many tools. Your hands are...
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