The Wistful Saga
The noise of the banquet hall did not merely surround us; it entered the hollow spaces behind our ears and vibrated against the delicate architecture of our bones, a low-frequency hum that felt less like celebration and more like the industrial thrum of the city itself pressing against the glass, demanding entry. I stood beside Elara, her hand gripping my forearm with a force that threatened to...
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