The Distant Whispers

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The iron gate shrieks against the cobblestones, a sound like a dying dog, and you do not look back. You are running, your breath tearing at your throat in ragged, wet gasps, the taste of copper and old blood thick on your tongue. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and the acrid smoke of the bonfires in the square below. You are small, a child of the court, but tonight you feel like a...

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