The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mist in the Hall of Records is not merely damp; it is a living thing, a pale exhalation that clings to the stone and the skin alike. You stand in the center of the rotunda, your robes heavy with the dust of centuries, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence. Here, in the ancient underbelly of the Empire, time does not flow; it pools. You are Dr. Elias...

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