The Distant Whispers

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The crystal goblet in your hand is heavy, colder than the wine it holds, and you feel its weight not as an object but as an extension of your own trembling wrist, a fragile bone that might snap under the sheer gravity of the court’s gaze. You are in the Hall of Echoes, a place where the air is thick with the scent of roasted lamb, beeswax, and the metallic tang of old fear, and you stand before...

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