The Faded Dust
You are standing in the atrium of the House of Whispers, a structure that defies the geometry of the world you left behind. The air here is thick, not with dust, but with the suspended memory of every secret ever spoken within these walls. You know you should be dead. You know the fever that took your lungs in the village of Oakhaven claimed you three days ago. Yet, here you are, breathing the...
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