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... skin of reality, woven between the folds of time where silence reigned eternal and memory refused to decay. The walls were not made of stone or spirit or soul—but of stillness, enforced so profoundly that even thought moved slower here. It was the prison of an idea, locked away so thoroughly that the world above had almost forgotten its name.
Rin stepped into the threshold of this impossible domain, his steps echoing like sins in a temple that had not heard prayer in an epoch. Shen follo ...
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