The Distant Journey

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The air in the Hall of Whispers was not merely cold; it was a substance, a thick, gelid fluid that seeped into the marrow and settled in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river. Julian Ashworth stood at the edge of the grand obsidian floor, his hands bound by chains that were not of iron but of woven frost, shimmering with a pale, sickly light that seemed to drain the color from the world...

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