You are standing in the shadow of the Great Hall, where the air tastes of damp stone and old, unspoken things, and you feel the weight of the silence pressing against your temples like a physical hand. The candlelight flickers, casting long, trembling shadows across the vaulted ceiling, and you know that this is the moment where the thread of your life snaps, not with a bang, but with the...
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