The Golden Visit
The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound but a heavy, suffocating presence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, a silence that had grown teeth over the course of centuries, chewing slowly on the secrets of those who walked its marble floors with heads bowed and hearts hammering against their ribs in a frantic, arrhythmic protest against the inevitable...
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