The Distant Whispers

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The sword was heavy. It had always been heavy. Thomas gripped the hilt until the leather creaked under his knuckles. The air tasted of copper and wet stone. He was bleeding from the lip. The blood ran into his mouth. He spat. "Again," said Elara. Her voice was thin. It cut through the humid silence of the cave. She stood by the fire. Her face was lit by the orange glow. She did not look afraid....

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