The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The silence in the Hall of Whispers is not an absence of sound but a heavy, wet thing, like clay packed into a throat, pressing against your eardrums until the world narrows to the point where your own heartbeat becomes a drumbeat of war. You are alone in the center of the obsidian floor, the tiles cold enough to leach the heat from your boots, and the air smells of ozone and old blood, a scent...

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