The Distant Whispers

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The King’s hand trembled. I saw it. A fine, rhythmic shiver in the fingers that had once signed treaties and executed men without a blink. Now, the parchment slipped from his grasp. It fluttered to the cold stone floor of the great hall, a white ghost in the dim light. I did not move. I waited. In my line of work, waiting is the only true weapon. I am Thomas. I am the King’s eye. I am the...

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