The Wistful Petal
You stand in the center of the Great Hall, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that has settled over the marble floor, a silence so thick and viscous it feels like a physical substance pressing against your eardrums, forcing you to hold your breath while the dust motes dance in the single shaft of grey light that pierces the high, arched window....
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