The Distant Whispers

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, mirror-like expanse of mud and slate where the reflection of the town’s crooked timber frames seemed to waver and dissolve into the dark, wet earth. "Is it true?" asked the boy, his voice small and trembling beneath the heavy weight of the wool cloak his father had draped...

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