The Distant Nightmare
The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, physical thing, a velvet curtain drawn tight across the mouth of the world. I stood before the High Chamberlain, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the secret I had carried across the sea. He did not look at me. He looked at the empty space above my head, as if the answer to the...
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