The Distant Whispers

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The bell rang. Three times. The sound was not metal. It was bone. Mara stood in the center of the cell. The walls were stone. Old stone. The stone wept. Water ran down in thin, dark lines. It smelled of wet wool and old blood. She held the parchment. The ink was red. It was not paint. It was her blood. She had cut her thumb. The letter was for the King. It said: The girl is not a witch. She is...

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