The Faded Ruin
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the cobblestones of the street and the slate roofs above, creating a world that felt less like a place and more like a slow, drowning memory. You stood at the threshold of the Ministry of Harmonic Resonance, your hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the vibration of the...
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