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The Whisper-Cloak

Your soul resonates with a long, dark grey cloak that swallows sound when you wrap it around yourself. Footsteps go silent. Doors don't creak. Even your breathing seems to come from somewhere just slightly elsewhere. You don't use it to disappear — you use it to listen. You've always been the one in the room collecting more than people realize, sensing thresholds and undertones, knowing when something is about to shift before anyone else does. The cloak only fits those who can hold a secret without weaponizing it. That's a rare combination, and the cloak knew.