The Golden Myth
The silence in the high chamber was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow, a silence that had been cultivated over centuries of unspoken oaths and unwept tears, a silence that demanded to be broken not by voice but by the sheer, undeniable presence of the body that occupied the center of the room, a body that had been trained to...
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