The Faded Ruin
The silence in the Hall of the High Court was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow of the bones, a thick, suffocating atmosphere where the air itself seemed to have curdled into something solid and unyielding. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the marble floor, his uniform a stark, rigid rectangle of dark wool that felt less like...
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