The Distant Legend

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The air in the Hall of Whispers smells of wet stone and old iron. You are here because you were chosen. Or perhaps you are here because you are small enough to fit through the cracks in the mortar. The walls breathe. They do not breathe with lungs, but with the slow, tidal pull of the earth itself, expanding and contracting in the dark. You press your back against the cold surface. It feels...

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