The Distant Whispers

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The fog outside the high windows of the Chancellery was not merely weather but a physical weight, pressing against the glass like a damp, grey hand, and you stood in the center of the Grand Hall, your eyes fixed not on the High Chancellor’s gilded throne but on the foundation stone embedded in the marble floor, a slab of dark granite that hummed with a low, sub-audible vibration you could feel...

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