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The Temple of Aetherion was silent.
Too silent.
The kind of silence that didn’t happen naturally.It was curated. Curated like fine wine—Filtered through reverence. Bottled with fear.Like someone had swept even the echoes under the marble floor and whispered, "Don’t make a sound unless you bleed divinity."
But Silas Rynthall was not divine.
He was worse.
He sat alone at the end of the sacred hall—legs crossed, r ...
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