The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-17 23:28:33 -

The iron taste of blood filled my mouth, thick and metallic, as I drove my shoulder into the chest of the man in the grey coat. He was one of the Wardens, a title that had lost all meaning in this place, reduced to a mere function of the cage we were forced to inhabit. The air in the courtyard was cold, carrying the scent of wet stone and rotting lilies, a fragrance that had become synonymous...

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