The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of stone or dust, as one might expect in a place so ancient and so terribly silent, but rather of wet loam and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that precedes a violent storm, a scent that permeated the very fibers of the tapestries hanging from the vaulted ceilings and settled into the marrow of the bones of those who dared to walk its corridors,...

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