The Wistful Witness
The architecture of the mind, as Julian Corvus understood it, was not a fortress but a sieve. He stood at the center of the Atrium of Recollection, a vast, circular chamber suspended in a void of absolute, humming silence. The floor was paved with polished obsidian, reflecting the pale, sourceless light that seemed to emanate from the air itself. Around him, twelve pillars of white marble rose...
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