The Wistful Silence

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The door of the tower room was not a door in the way you understood doors, but rather a threshold of polished obsidian that breathed with the cold exhalations of the deep earth, and when you stepped across it, the silence did not merely fall upon you but settled into the marrow of your bones like a frost that had no season to thaw. You had come here, climbing the spiraling stone steps that...

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