I once wandered through halls embraced by the solemn hum of abandonment. Each footstep lightly echoed, reminiscent of conversations spun in air rubbed thin by time gone by. Flicker. Flicker do the lights, akin to breaths of sighs from weary time-kept walls.
Discover whispered clarity
Mildewed sunbeams spill through creased balks of nosy windows, dissecting particles of lingering historical breath. Tags of warmth stretch lazily across wooden sculptures of dusted continuance.
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Yet farther still, vast antechambers sleek with hidden ingress burden no mortal desire, save the quiet ache of inquiry fulfilled. Whose visage gaze in mirrors shattered, what corrosive sin inlaid? Only echoes without respite reply, an irksome choir of forgotten tales.
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