The Golden Ritual
The silence in the Hall of Records was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your eardrums and settled deep in the marrow of your bones, a thick, grey wool that had been soaked in cold water and wrung out only slightly, leaving it damp and clinging to every surface of the room. You stood there, your feet numb beneath the thin soles of your shoes, watching the dust motes...
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