The Wistful Voyage

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The cold in the Hall of Whispers is not a temperature, but a weight, a physical pressure that sits behind the eyes and in the marrow of the bones, a silence so thick it has texture, like wet wool or old dust, and you are standing there, holding the key, your knuckles white and stripped of skin, the brass biting into your palm with a sharp, metallic pain that is the only thing real in this place...

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