The Faded Portrait

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The air in the Hall of Judgement does not smell of dust, as you might expect for a place so steeped in the calcified weight of centuries; instead, it reeks of ozone and wet iron, a sharp, metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and makes your teeth ache with a low, persistent hum that seems to vibrate up from the flagstones and into the marrow of your bones. You stand before the high...

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