The Faded Guest
The air in the Archive of Whispers tasted of iron and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat before you had even taken the first step past the threshold. You are a seeker of truth in a world where truth is a currency spent too easily, and you have come here to ask the impossible question of a building that has forgotten its own name. The Archive is not a place on any map,...
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