The Wistful Witness
The Great Hall of the Institute for Structural Integrity did not simply stand; it held its breath, a vast, industrial lung inflated with the suspended dust of a century, where the air tasted of copper filings and old paper, and the shadows in the corners were not merely the absence of light but the physical weight of secrets that had settled into the plaster like sediment in a riverbed. Elias...
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