The Faded Frontier

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The gavel did not crack when it fell. It merely ceased to exist in the air, a sudden, violent absence that left the chamber ringing with the echo of a sound that had not yet been made. I stood at the center of the polished obsidian floor, my hands bound not by rope or iron, but by the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had gathered around me like a storm front. The Hall of Whispers was...

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