The Distant Whispers

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The air in the Hall of St. Jude’s was thick with the scent of roasted venison and stale tobacco. It was a smell that clung to the velvet drapes, heavy and suffocating, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the marble column, his back straight, his hands clasped behind him. He watched the room. The room was a sea of silk and gold, a shimmering abyss that...

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