The Distant Whispers

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The wool shawl was the color of dried blood, a deep, oxidized crimson that had once been vibrant but had since faded into the dull, dusty hues of the earth. Elara held it in her lap, the fibers fraying under her thumb, the texture rough and dry against her skin. It was a heavy thing, woven from the hair of goats sheared in the highlands, and it smelled of lanolin and the faint, sweet decay of...

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