The Distant Threshold

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The air in the Hall of Whispers was not merely cold; it was heavy with the suspended dust of centuries, a particulate suspension that coated the back of your throat and settled into the crevices of your skin. You stood before the High Arbiter, a figure of such immense, silent authority that his presence seemed to warp the geometry of the room, bending the light around his shoulders. Your hands,...

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