The Faded Quadrant
You stand at the center of the rotunda, where the marble floor is polished to a mirror that reflects not your face, but the vast, indifferent ceiling above, a dome painted with faded saints who look down with eyes that have seen too much suffering to offer any comfort, and the silence of the building presses against your eardrums with a physical weight, a thrumming resonance that feels less...
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