The Faded Road
The air in the cathedral was not merely cold, but thick with the particulate dust of centuries, a suspended fog of pulverized marble and dried incense that coated the tongue with a taste of ancient stone and silence. Aldric Vane stood in the center of the nave, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the resonance that hummed in his bones, a frequency that...
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