The Distant Whispers

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The frost bites the stone. You are alone. The hall is cold. It is the Hall of Kings, though the kings are dust. You stand in the shadows. Your cloak is heavy. It is made of wool and silence. You are the Seeker. You have come to find the truth. The truth is a ghost. It hides in the cracks. The fire is low. It pops and dies. Sparks rise like embers. They fall to the ash. You watch them. You know...

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