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The fog did not roll in; it stood there, a solid wall of grey wool pressing against the tall, arched windows of the Council Hall, muting the world outside into a hush that felt less like silence and more like a held breath. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of beeswax and old stone, and the silence was heavier still. It was the silence of a verdict waiting to be spoken. Elias...
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