The Distant Whispers

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You stand before the great oak doors of the Hall, your breath hitching in a rhythm that feels less like air and more like the grinding of gears in a machine designed to crush stone, and the mist that clings to the cobblestones is not merely water vapor but a thick, grey gauze that wraps around your ankles, pulling you down into the earth with a suction that defies the laws of simple physics,...

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