The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 18:52:34 -

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air like a fine, wet dust that tasted of iron and old blood. I stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, a place that existed nowhere on any map of the Kingdom of Aethelgard, yet felt more real than the mud and stone of my actual life. It was a cathedral of shadows, its pillars carved from obsidian that seemed to drink the light from the single,...

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