The Distant Journey

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The air in the Hall of Whispers does not move, yet it tastes of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of my throat and refuses to be swallowed, a persistent reminder that we are not breathing air at all but the exhaled ghosts of centuries past, suspended in a stasis so profound it feels like drowning in silk, while I sit across from Elias in the center of the vast, circular...

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