The Distant Whispers

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The city of Aethelgard did not sleep so much as it held its breath. It was a place of high stone and low fog, where the rivers ran black with the ink of forgotten centuries, and the air tasted of salt and old iron. In the upper quarters, where the mist clung to the eaves like a widow’s veil, lived Elias Thorne. He was a man of modest stature and immense silence, a foreigner in a land that had...

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