The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-17 12:49:53 -

The sword is heavy. It is always heavy. You grip the hilt until your knuckles turn white, the leather slick with sweat and the copper taste of blood in your mouth. The city is burning. Not with fire, but with sound. A roar that shakes the stones beneath your feet. You are in the courtyard of the Hall of Whispers. The air is thick. It smells of ash and old parchment. You look at the object in...

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