The Distant Whispers

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The fire did not start with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the inside of my ribcage. I remember the smell of the damp wool in my coat, the metallic tang of old blood on my lips, and the way the shadows in the Great Hall of the Palace of St. Jude seemed to detach themselves from the stone walls and stand as silent sentinels. We were not...

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