The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-17 14:16:07 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud roads into a slurry that sucked at our boots with a wet, sucking sound. I walked behind the carriage, my sword sheathed but my hand never far from the hilt. The vehicle carried Sir Thomas, my master, and his son, Edward. They were bound for the North, fleeing the plague that had hollowed out the southern towns, but I was bound only to...

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