The Distant Nightmare
The morning light in the Hall of Whispers did not merely illuminate the tapestries; it interrogated them, casting long, accusatory shadows that pooled in the corners like stagnant blood, while Aldous Vane, the Chief Inquisitor of the Royal Mystical Archive, stood at the center of the room with the rigid, uncomfortable stillness of a man who had forgotten how to breathe, his fingers twitching...
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