The auctioneer’s hammer struck the plank with a sound that didn’t belong to any human world.
It belonged to doors slamming. To chains. To a final breath.
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The auctioneer’s hammer struck the plank with a sound that didn’t belong to any human world.
It belonged to doors slamming. To chains. To a final breath.
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