The Faded Photograph

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The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, living thing that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. It was a silence made of stone and old magic, a boundary drawn in the air that no one was permitted to cross. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of this void, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier with every passing hour, the steel...

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