The Faded Ruin
The dream began, as it always did, with the sensation of being hollowed out. Mara stood in the center of the Great Hall, a space so vast and cold that the silence had weight, pressing against her eardrums like deep water. The architecture was impossible, a fusion of Gothic spires and brutalist concrete, stretching upward into a darkness that did not end but merely faded into a grey mist. She...
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