The Distant Whispers

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You walked three days down from the pine-dark hills, and on the third evening you came to the flooded ford where the old wooden bridge had broken against its pylons and lay in the water like a dead hand. In the rain, the lights of the hall burned small and separate, and you stood a long while among the reeds, holding the leather purse to your chest with both hands, for it had been your habit...

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