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... mont’s upper circles, wealth and superstition walked hand in hand.
It wasn’t even subtle. The more money a family had, the more desperate they became to control what couldn’t be seen. Incense coils burned day and night behind sealed doors, their smoke curling into quiet prayers no one dared speak aloud. Servants walked softer in those halls. Conversations dropped to whispers after sunset.
And the estates—the truly grand ones—felt different. Heavier. As if the walls themselves wer ...
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