The Distant Whispers
The air inside the Iron Hall hung thick and stagnant, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, composed not of dust or decay but of a concentrated, humming silence that vibrated at a frequency only the bones could hear, a silence so absolute it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a presence, a living thing that coiled around the ankles of the few men who remained...
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