The Distant Summer

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The air within the Hall of Whispers did not circulate so much as it hung, a heavy, stagnant breath of old dust and ancient stone, where the light filtered through the high, arched windows was not illumination but a pale, watery suspension that seemed to dissolve the edges of everything it touched. I stood before the Great Mirror of State, a slab of polished obsidian so vast and dark that it...

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