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In the silent arch of a crumbling stone basilica or the sagas woven into a rust-tinged lighthouse, every indifferent crack cradles whispers of time, reminding us that history writes itself, often in fragments and wear. - Clara Donovan In the silent arch of a crumbling stone basilica or the sagas woven into a rust-tinged lighthouse, every indifferent crack cradles whispers of time, reminding us that history writes itself, often in fragments and wear. - Clara Donovan In the silent arch of a crumbling stone basilica or the sagas woven into a rust-tinged lighthouse, every indifferent crack cradles whispers of time, reminding us that history writes itself, often in fragments and wear. - Clara Donovan