The Distant Whispers
The air in the rotunda was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the central dais, a suffocating sweetness that seemed to press against the eardrums of the guests who drifted through the space like moths drawn to a distant, indifferent light. Commander Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the marble floor, his uniform immaculate but feeling...
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