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... turb the stillness that clung to this strange space. Petals of midnight blue drifted through the open lattice doors, spiraling past carved eaves and gilded beams until they settled like whispers at his feet.
A man stepped forward slowly—silent, composed, a silhouette of dark silk and untold burdens. The scroll in his hand trembled once, but not from frailty. It bore the memory of the world: every achievement, every growth, every change, every evolution etched into the parchment—the weigh ...
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