The Faded Frontier

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The air in the Hall of Echoes did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place forgotten by time, but of ozone and wet stone. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, sharp and metallic, like the taste of a blood blister. I stood alone in the center of the circular room, my boots sinking slightly into the cold flagstones. There was no one else to be seen, no guards, no scribes,...

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