The Wistful Skyline

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The silence in the Hall of Weights was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, viscous substance that pressed against the eardrums, thick as wet wool. Eleanor Whitmore stood at the center of the circular chamber, her feet rooted to the cold, polished obsidian floor, and felt the crushing weight of the years she had spent waiting for a verdict that would never arrive in the form of a gavel strike...

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