The Auditory Prison
The corridors of the Ministry of State were lined with velvet that absorbed all sound, creating a silence so heavy it felt like physical pressure. Lord Julian walked through them, his cane clicking rhythmically against the marble, the only heartbeat in a dead building. He had won. After a decade of poisonous whispers, forged letters, and the strategic ruin of his rivals, Julian was now the Lord...
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