The Distant Ghost
The stone beneath your feet is cold, a dampness that seeps up through the soles of your boots and settles into the marrow of your shins, but you do not shiver. You are standing in the center of the Great Hall, the heart of the Citadel, and the silence here is not empty; it is a pressure, a physical weight that presses against the eardrums and the temples. You are alone, or so it appears, though...
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