The Faded Bouquet
The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your temples and settled in the hollow of your chest. You stood alone in the center of the marble floor, the cold stone biting into the soles of your feet, while the air above you shimmered with the faint, iridescent dust of centuries. There was no one else here, no courtiers, no guards, no...
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