The Wistful Silence

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The air in the Sanctum of Echoes tasted of ozone and old dust. It was a place that existed only in the peripheral vision of the waking world, a fold in the fabric of reality where the laws of physics bowed to the authority of will. Here, the light did not come from the sun but from the collective memory of those who had ever lived, a pale, spectral glow that illuminated the towering shelves of...

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